A Special Call {Fayley}

[Faye]

[Note: The two are in their dormitories but we could not find a place to put them so we decided here would be a good place]

It was finally after school, an entire day since she had been in the library to find a book on chemistry where she meet a lovely, nice, gorgeous twelfth year called Isley Black who she now is seeing romantically. He had promised to call her after he got home after classes finished. She was feeling excited to hear his voice since she wasn't able to see him during the day because of their very different schedules.

She walked quickly to the west tower lobby where she opened the elevator, thinking of the previous night where Isley had walked her to her dormitory, breaking all the rules. She stepped inside and impatiently watched the numbers go up to the fifth floor where she got out. She fished her keys out of her uniform skirt pocket and opened the door, she had beaten her room mate home. Unusual considering she dawdled home usually or went into town to get something to eat or go down with a random friend she made that day. But she wanted to be alone in her bedroom when she talked to Isley.

Her door squeaked open as she entered her bedroom. She dumped her school bag on her bed and withdrew her phone from her pocket and held it in her hand as she exited her room to watch television until she got that special call.

[tea]

Isley entered his dorm with with a slump to his shoulders that afternoon. There was a pop quiz in English class today and he failed it miserably. While he was a little depressed, he was also annoyed. He was from the land of the English, why did he have to take a class especially for it? If anything, he should be taking classes that would actually be useful to him.

He dropped his school things on a chair in the front room and went straight into his bedroom to change. As Isley undid his tie, he had a sudden feeling that he was forgetting something or was supposed to be doing something right now. He tried to figure it out what it was, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He pulled off his shirt after unbuttoning it, and then tossed it and his tie to a chair in his bedroom. He then went to his closet and looked for a shirt to put on. After a few moments, he decided on a pale yellow button-up shirt and took it out to put it on.

All of a sudden, he wondered why a pineapple came to mind. He tried to concentrate for a moment. Pineapples, pineapples... Pineapple scented shampoo, pineapple prints, yellow shirts... Faye! Last night came rushing back to him, and Isley realized he was supposed to be calling her right now! How could he forget? He slid his cell phone out of his pants pocket, flipped the top open, and pressed a few buttons to call her number.

[Faye]

Faye surfed through the channels on the television, finding nothing amusing or even remotely good on. Maybe she had come home a little too early, usually when she looked through the channels there was at least something good on. She sighed and glanced down at her attire. She was still in her icky uniform. She picked up her phone and went back into her room, closing the door in case Haruka came home while she was changing.

She took off the beige coloured handkerchief thing, she hated the uniform choice (mostly because it had no yellow), and threw it down in a corner of her room followed bye her navy blue blouse and skirt. She kicked her shoes into the same corner and sat down to remove her knee high socks. Standing in her room, she was now only dressed in her pineapple print panties and a yellow and white polka dotted bra but she had a white tank top over the top of it.

Then her phone started to ring. Loudly. A weird tune, too. She shifted quickly to pick up her phone, noticing the caller ID. It was Isley, calling her, while she was getting dressed. She swallowed, he wouldn't know what she was doing, they were in opposite places. She pressed talk, "Hello?" She said as she held the phone to her ear. While she waited for him to reply, she moved over to her drawers to find at least a dress, a skirt or even a pair of jeans to wear in the mean time.

[tea]

As Isley waited for Faye to pick up the phone, he raised an eyebrow at the strange tune he was hearing from the other end. He wondered where Faye got her ringtone. Usually, he'd download songs off the internet to use as ringtunes for his cell phone. Hmm, what ringtune would he use for Faye? "Hello Faye, it's Isley from last night.. I walked you to your room, remember?" Isley said a moment after hearing Faye answer from the other end.

He unzipped and stepped out of his slacks, along with his dress shoes. He laid down his pants in the same place where he had laid his shirt and then walked out his in bedroom in content in his white and blue striped boxers and yellow shirt. It's not like anyone was around to see him any less than perfect. He sat down on his plush recliner chair in front of the TV, and started to reach for the remote, but stopped. It would be rude to watch TV while talking to Faye on the phone. "How was class today?"

[Faye]

Faye threw random items of clothing out onto the floor since it was easier to find things that way since one of her hands was occupied with holding her cell phone to her ear. She was looking for a pair of pants or anything she could put on the lower half of her body. She found a pair of black, lightly faded into a dark grey through the middle, skinny jeans. She threw them onto the bed and began to pick up her clothes, "Yeah, I know~ What? Did you think I wouldn't remember you~?" She said with a playful teasing voice followed by a gentle giggle.

She felt her back begin to feel pain shoot through it as she was bending and standing up frequently (she had dumped a lot or clothes on the floor just to find a pair of comfortable jeans) so she stopped, considering leaving it until after she finished on the phone where she could fold them up nicely so they would all fit. "Classes were fine, same ol', really, what about yours?" She returned the question, moving to her bed where she rose her shoulder so her cellphone could still be held to her ear and she could put her jeans on with two hands instead of one.

Now... she hoped she didn't fall over..

[tea]

Isley reclined back in his chair and laughed lightly. "I don't know, I'm told I'm not very memorable." He said, joking. Actually, it was a lie and he'd never been told that, while he on the other hand he was constantly forgetting new faces. He hoped to change that soon, it was getting really troublesome. He wouldn't blame Faye if she did forget him, but he doubted she would have. It was nice to be modest, too.

At the sound of his stomach growling, Isley blinked and the glanced towards the kitchen. Hm.. He didn't feel like cooking, so maybe he'd order takeout after he hung up. Maybe he'd order sushi tonight... Isley was reminded of his pop quiz failure upon bringing up classes and he sighed softly. "Terrible, I failed a English quiz... And I'm English." He said, stressing his English accent this time as he spoke. He stared up at the ceiling as he reclined.

[Faye]

"I find that hard to believe," She said with yet another small giggle. She held her cell phone tight between her raised shoulder and ear, it was getting uncomfortable but she really needed to get some pants on. She slowly stepped into her jeans, one leg at time. She successfully got one in, pulling it up to her knees, ready to put the second leg in. Then Isley spoke again, "Awww, that's not good, what kind of quiz was-- Aah!" Just as she was about to put her second leg into her jeans, she stepped on the material which caused her to fall onto her carpet, her phone fell from between her shoulder and ear onto the floor.

She frantically felt around for it, holding it back to her ear as she lay on the floor from falling over, "Sorry, I dropped my phone.." She said nervously, leaving the part about her getting dressed out. She sighed deeply, not feeling bothered enough to get up just yet.

[tea]

"I don't see why, I think it's very believeable. Do I stand out that much?" He said and smiled when he heard Faye giggle on the other end. Deciding he wanted a drink, he got up and walked into the kitchen to the refrigerator. He blinked, and paused when he heard Faye cry out followed by a loud thump from the other end. He blinked again and realized something or she must have fallen. "Are you alright? Faye?"

"Oh.. Be careful." Isley mumbled, feeling relieved after Faye had answered again. She seemed like a clumsy girl, and the image of her happily walking down the stairs, and then suddenly tripping and falling came to mind. "That reminds of when I dropped my cell phone into my fishtank a few ago. I lost every number in my phone." He opened the refrigerator and started to root around for a cold beverage.

[Faye]

Realising that it might be easier to put them on while she was lying down, she sat up and placed her leg into the last hole in the jeans, they were now around her knees. Almost.. She thought to herself as she held her phone to her ear with her shoulder again, slowly pulling them up further.

"I'm fine, don't worry, I just.." She stopped, wondering whether she should just change the subject. Isley did it for her though, by bringing up that he once dropped his phone in a fish tank before. She laughed, "I dropped one of mine into the toilet, one of mine also went for a swim in my sink, too, once, I'm really unlucky with phones so I'm extra careful with this one around water," She barely took it into the bathroom or even into the kitchen with her. She balanced her weight on her feet and shoulder blades as she lifted her body up to pull the rest of her jeans up, they were now sitting on her hips, right where they were meant to be. She did the button up and zipped them up.

Finally, she could stand up and sit down on her bed. She took her phone in her hand once again as she got up and half lay down on her bed, she was on her side, resting her weight on her elbow that held her up.

[tea]

His bottle of cold Mountain Dew sizzled as he took the top off. He knew he probably shouldn't drink caffiene, but it was so refreshing. He took a long sip and then walked back over to his recliner. "What are you up to?" He asked and sat down in his chair. What could she be doing to make her drop her phone? He wondered to himself.

"You dropped yours in the toilet? Gross. It must have been awful trying to fish it out." Isley said and took another sip of his soda. "I would think it'd be easier for you if you just went the extra mile, and somehow got your phone laminated. You just dropped it then, so maybe some protection cushions would work well, too. I would die if I had to try to remember every single number from my address book again.. Laminating sounds like a good idea." He said, meant to be only teasing her, but was beginning to become curious if there was a place that would laminate his phone at the mall. Life would be so much easier...

Isley blinked. Did he just hear a zipper? Was Faye taking off her pants while talking with him on the phone? Why was he automatically thinking that it had to do something with her undressing? She could be.. Unzipping her purse. That didn't stop the sudden images from popping up into his head though.

[Faye]

She sat up briefly to adjust her pillow so it could be more comfortable, "Um, lying on my bed, what are you doing?" She was glad she wasn't lying on the floor trying to put her pants on anymore, she felt embarrassed about it even though no one saw anything except for her. Only she knew what happened... but that didn't stop the feeling of embarrassment creeping into her thoughts.

"Yeah it was pretty gross. Laminating my phone? Haha, wouldn't that like... squish your phone?..." Last she checked, laminating was only useful for paper because paper was flat... and also used for things like paper. Mostly paper, though. Also, the laminating machine usually heated the plastic so it would melt to form around the paper. So your phone would melt, too... Argh. Wait, he was just messing with her again.

[tea]

So Faye was lying down on her bed, probably undressing? Oh, the places his mind was going... "Talking to you on the phone," Isley replied, and then set his soda down on the floor, and reached over and grabbed the remote from the coffee table. He then turned on the TV, and started flipping channels. "Now I'm watching TV." Wait a minute, why did he call Faye in the first place? Certainly not to talk about the odd places where they dropped their cell phones.

"Yes, I don't know, maybe.." He chuckled and then looked at the fingernails on his free hand. Hm, it was about time for another manicure and he hadn't been able to go back to the salon for a while. He picked up his soda and took another drink before speaking again. "Are you doing anything this Friday or Saturday?"

[Faye]

Well that was obvious. Maybe he really wasn't doing anything but talking to her. She felt special for a few brief moments before he said he was no watching television. She was sure television distracted people so much they no longer listened. Oh well, Isley would be different, right?

She glanced down at her hair, several locks of it were rested on her hips and the rest was lying on her bed beside her, a thought filled expression played out on her face as she thought about getting a hair cut. Yeah... she so needed one, not too short, maybe to about her mid back. That way, it would be easier to take care of. Faye blinked at Isley's question, unsure of her answer. "I have no current plans... but I am thinking of getting a hair cut. Why do you ask?" She asked curiously, though she had a fair idea of where this was going...

[tea]

Isley set the remote down, having discovered an interesting, and familiar cartoon movie on. What was the movie called? Howl's Moving Castle? He'd seen it before, and he always thought that Howl fellow was a little gay by a very pretty boy, and having sort of an obsession with his appearance, despite having a girlfriend. Though this Howl character had a really strange taste in clothes, Isley sort of liked his style.

"A hair cut, hm?" Isley repeated and remembered Faye's long hair. "How short? If we're going out now, you should at least talk to me if you're going to change how you look." He said, only half serious at the moment. In the back of his mind, he really did think that as a girlfriend, she should consult him before any sort of change came to her appearance, so maybe he was serious... "It's been a while since I went to the salon, so I was thinking about going... Have you ever gotten a manicure, Faye?"

[Faye]

Faye's eyes glanced around her room and she suddenly felt like some pineapple so she got up from lying down and went into the kitchen. She opened the fridge, looking for the pineapple she had freshly cut that morning to go with her breakfast.

She was a little taken back by Isley's comment about having to consult him. She hadn't exactly made an adamant conclusion about what she was going to do just yet... she was going to ask his opinion. She shrugged it off and took the small bowl of pineapple from the fridge, closing the door behind her. She set the bowl on the bench and opened utensil drawer to get a fork. "I was going to ask your opinion on how short I should get it, I was thinking only about the middle of my back... but what do you think?" She felt her heart flutter a little as he had referred to her as his girlfriend basically, sure she knew that already but it felt... nice.

A manicure? She blinked a few times, she didn't recall... "Not a professional one," She replied, glacing down at her French tip nails, she had done them a few nights ago, before she had met Isley. She stabbed a piece of pineapple with the fork and bent down a little to place it into her mouth without getting the juice all over the bench.