THE FINAL CHOOSE- Part 2

THE FINAL CHOOSE- Part 2

Setting: PH's Igloo
Date: December 19th, 2012
Time: 3:42 PM PST
(Point of View: PH)

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"Sure," I yelled at the window, "Snow now, when I have something I need to do."

I paced around the kitchen. Ugh.

JP came up at my flippers and nudged me shyly. I looked down, and sighed, scooping him up and sitting on the ground. He nuzzled my flipper.

"Oh, JP, what am I going to do?" I asked him, petting him.

He looked up at me. He had big brown eyes that matched his brown fur.

"I wish you could talk to me, mate," I said, getting up and going to sit at the table.

On the table was the paper that Herbert had written on yesterday and one of the roses from Stomp. I picked them both up, looking from one to the other, then put them down and buried my face in my flippers. JP nudged me, and I sighed again.

Just then, my cell phone rang. I took it out of my pocket and answered it.

"Hello?" I asked, with a tired tone to my voice.
"Hey, PH, it's me," said the ever-cool-sounding Stomp on the other end.
"Oh, g'day, Stomp," I said awkwardly.
"You sound down, what's wrong?"
"Oh, just having a rough day..."
"We all have those days. What happened?"
"Well, I screwed up an EPF task, and Dot went nuts," I lied.
"Crazy agents," he said with a grin in his voice.
"Don't get me started, mate. So how's your day going?"
"Y'know, typical day... Franky woke me up at 6... for whatever reason... So I got, like, 6 hours of sleep... I'm exhausted..."
"Aww, that sucks."
"Gotta love him..."
"Was that sarcasm?"
"Half sarcasm, half seriousness..."
"Is that a word?"
"No clue. I'm half asleep."
"Same..." I yawned.

I half wanted to tell him everything, but I knew if I did, I'd start crying.

"Wanna hang out tonight?" he asked.
"Hang out...how?"
"I don't know, you come here, I get rid of the guys for a couple hours...or I can come there..."
"Come here if you're coming."
"Sweet, when?"
"Uhhh...6? 5?"
"5:30?"
"Sure."
"Awesome."

"Dude, stop, I'm on the phone..." he said suddenly.
"Me?" I asked.
"No, G-Billy."

I heard G-Billy talking in the background. "Who's that?"
"It's someone!" Stomp said. "Now buzz off!"
"Who is it, a girl? Ooh, is Dee on the phone?"
"Go away."
"Dee?" I asked. "Dot?"
"No, different Dee..." Stomp said.
"So not Dee? Uh..." G-Billy said.
"Can you leave me alone?"
"Fine."

"He's gone. Sorry 'bout that."
"So who's Dee?" I asked.
"Delilah..." he muttered. "He's not supposed to call her that.."

I flinched. Stomp had met Delilah this November. They had become friends, and he repeatedly told me that they were just friends, but I get insecure.

Sure, I said to myself, You're the cheating one and YOU'RE insecure?

"Ah," I said, pausing awkwardly.
He sighed. "We've been over this a million times..."

There was a silence, then he said, "Don't you trust me, PH?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Good. I trust you."

But you shouldn't trust me, Stomp.
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