Rhys' Personal Phone

[RHYS SPRINTER]

Rhys Sprinter's Phone

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“So, you missed me, and that sucks. Leave a message and I may get back to you. Depending on my mood...”

The Ringtones![/b][/size][/font]
DEFAULT[/color]• Live to Party , The Jonas Brothers
FRIENDS[/color]•All I Need, One Republic
UNKNOWN[/color]• HANABI, Ikimono Gakari
NEW TEXT MESSAGE [/color]• The Show , Lenka
NEW PICTURE MESSAGE [/color]• Blind , Lifehouse
NEW VOICEMAIL[/color]•Tonight, Tonight , Hot Chelle Rae [/size]

The Speed Dials![/b][/size][/font]
one. voicemail two.Candace three.Adeen
four. Cleo five. Gingey's Inc. six. empty
seven. empty eight. empty nine. empty

The Contacts![/b][/size] [/font]
A – D [/b]
Adeen Auer
Candace Mayer
Cleo Everett
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I – L [/b]
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M – P [/b]
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Q – S [/b]
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T – V [/b]
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W – Z [/b]
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[safetypinalert3]

So much had been happening the past few days. It was hard to explain, it was hard to figure out. And Adeen was beginning to go into panic mode. The pink haired woman had been high most of the time, which she was now regretting. The night she spend at Rhys’ house was now a blur, and all she knew is that he was more affectionate to her. More touchy-feely, more romantic. It was enough to freak her out, and make her wonder exactly what happened the other night at his house.

But more than anything, she wanted to hear his voice. She lounged backwards floating in the air, Carpet laying on her stomach motionless, floating much like she would on the surface of the water. She swept up her cell phone as she drifted pass it, and slid the pink bejeweled thing open. She slid her finger down the ball, until finding Rhys’ number. She had him on speed dial, but high or not—she always forgot which number was who. She hit the call button, and raised the phone to her air, listening to the low, beep tone, letting her know it was ringing.

[RHYS SPRINTER]

His phone was ringing.

Was it under that overturned bag of flour? No. It also wasn't under the sugar, in the chocolate batter-filled mixing bowl, but it was ringing and he'd better answer it. It was Adeen, he knew it. A stupid grin spread over his face. He'd love to hear her voice right now. Since their night together a week ago he'd been in a crazy happy mood, churning out so many sweets the catering section of Gingey's had asked him for permission to sell out of store.

He really needed to find that phone. He scratched his head, before reaching into his pocket. Oh! There it was. And he was right! It was his Deeny. With a happy chuckle, he picked up.

"Missed me, did you?"

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There was his voice. She tilted backwards, until her feet brushed the ceiling, and her hair hung. She wiggled her toes happily, and greeted him with one of those low giggles of hers. “When don’t I miss you?” She rolled her eyes, before going back to floating aimlessly across her house, until she dropped down onto the antique looking couch, her long legs draped over the arm of the chair.

“I’m not interrupting your work, am I?” She tilted her head back, looking at the grandfather clock near her TV. “I just wanted to know your plans for the rest of the day. If I should come and distract you, or annoy you while you work.” She shrugged her shoulder, even if he couldn’t see it. She crossed one leg over the other, staring at her pink toes, before rolling over on her couch, resting her forehead against the back of the couch and closed her eyes.

“It’s kinda unfair how I miss you,” She whined, and shifted on the couch, “Like I feel restless. That’s very unfair of you to do to me, Mr. Sprinter.”

[RHYS SPRINTER]

He grinned, absently wiping at his nose. "You never interrupt me, babe. Everything alright? Haven't heard from you since you bolted out of bed three days ago."

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That statement confused her a little bit. She rolled her thin shoulders back, cracking her back idly as she tried to think. Three days ago she was at Rhys' house. But if she bolted out of her own bed in the apartment, then he wouldn't have known she was gone.

Adeen sat up, her thin, dark brows furrowing slightly, glancing down, as though she were trying to give the phone a strange look. "What do you mean, three days ago? What happened?"

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[RHYS SPRINTER]

"What do you mean what do I mean?" Rhys' brow furrowed even as he licked the huge spoon he'd been been using to measure out batter into cupcake pans. "Are you alright? I'm not entirely sure, but I think it's a huge insult to a guy if you can't even remember an incredible night you spent together."

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Adeen shifted uncomfortably, and pushed her finger against her lip, chewing on it idly, “No, yeah, I’m fine. Like…I remember we went bungee jumping, after you scared the crap out of me with the new room,” She teased, chuckling into the phone. But she sounded nervous. “And then I remember baking, and watching movies.” She furrowed her brows, then glanced down at herself.
Oh shit.

“I was really tired, s-so…some…things, might have escaped my memory?” Adeen Auer. Failure at being coy as hell, in order to get a man to confirm her worst fear. That she slept with him in a drug induced haze, that she couldn’t remember for the life of her.

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[RHYS SPRINTER]

Rhys snorted. "I think you mean watching me bake and yelling at movies, but I'll accept that answer in the spirit it was given." He shifted, sticking a pan of cupcake batter into the oven, taking another, completed tray out. "Forgetting the sex though, that's kind of unforgivable."

He scratched the back of his head, stomach tightening in anxiety. "You haven't said anything about it at all, you know. I didn't think - was it really that horrible, Deen?"

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Adeen choked audiably on her words. They had sex?! She looked like a fish out of water for a moment, watching Carpet float by, relaying the message mentally to him. Only to get a shrug of the tassels, and he floated out of view.
Shit. Shit. Double. Shit.

"N-no, it wasn't! I just...ahm." Adeen sat up. She couldn't very well lie to Rhys about it. She scratched her arm nervously, and shifted on her couch, "I had been really tired, and sort of out of it...so it slipped my mind, for a moment. Plus, uh...it's...embarassing to talk about?" She said, lifting it more like a question, shifting again uncomfortably, as though Rhys' amazing blue eyes were staring her down.

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[RHYS SPRINTER]

"You're stuttering, so I doubt that."

Rhys shifted, throwing the spoon into the sink and grumpily wiping down the counter. "If it was just bad you could have just said, you know?" he threw in a dirty bowl, face flushed with shame and anger. "Or even said something while it was happening, maybe, even. Who knows, maybe with some input on your part it would have been better. Maybe not so embarrassing to think about."

Worn, he leaned against the counter and folded his arm across his middle. "I totally wanted to make it good for you, you know, Deeny." As irritated as he was with the whole situation, Rhys didn't sound mad, only a bit tired, and whiny. "If you didn't like it you could have totally said something. We could have tried something else. No hard feelings at all."

[safetypinalert3]

Shit. Caught.

She heard some banging around in the background, and flinched from the tone in his voice. Great. He was mad, or hurt, or..something. He was now thinking he was totally bad at it, which--for the life of her--she couldn't remember if he was or not. But it was Rhys--regardless of how it was done, it was still the man she loved.

But somehow, saying, 'But it's okay, because I love you', somehow would just further support Rhys' theory that he wasn't great at...whatever happened. "No, Gingerbear, that is not what I mean." Adeen sat up straight, as though she could crawl through the phone, change the pace. Change the way this was going, Jesus Christ, Adeen. Change it.

"Maybe we can have a repeat tonight? After work...or, I could just head down there right now, and make you take a break?" That could work. That could totally work. Because this time, she was sober. And she'd remember it. Dear god, she fucked this one up.

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[RHYS SPRINTER]

"No, you know what, don't worry about it." He pulled out his decorating tools and the bowls of icing he'd mixed earlier, before turning to check on the oven. "I'm not interested in a pity fuck, you know?"

The cupcakes in the oven were coming along nicely, so he turned back to the counter, reaching into a drawer to dole out the icing. "If you had so many fucking things to think about that were obviously more important than me fucking trying to please you, you know, then that's fine. No hard feelings. At all."

Frustrated, he spun, taking the phone from his ear shortly while he fought back the tears that gathered in his eyes. Blinking them back, he huffed, making sure his voice wouldn't crack when he next spoke. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean it. It's just I've never done that before and then you're trying to downplay it when if you'd just said..."

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Adeen's mouth flapped open closed, trying to find the words to say. And he kept going on. She was at a complete loss of words. But almost immediately, she felt her blood boil under her skin, and her body lift up from the couch. She ripped her phone from her ear, and stared at it, as though she were looking at Rhys.

"How fucking dare you." She said, her voice low, and trembling with answer. The plastic of her phone groaning while she squeezed it. "It's not entirely about you, Rhys. Who the fuck do you think you are, that you can just say all of that bullshit and then apologize like nothing is fucking wrong?" Her hand was trembling while she gripped the phone.

"Did you do this that night too? Did you call me a whore, a slut? And then afterwards hold me and tell me 'Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.'? Did I forgive you? That's right--I can't fucking remember." She whispered, hate and anger lacing her voice. "Piss off, Rhys." She hit the red button on her phone, hanging it up, before flinging her phone as hard as she could across the room, watching it shatter as it hit the wall.