The Cell Phone Swap

Chapter 7

"Aloha!" My sister says as she greets her family; Jared does the same.

I go toward my sister to hug her and my phone rings.

My number appears on my screen. I grunt and excuse myself to the restroom.

I step out into the hallway and answer my phone.

"Hello?"

"Heeeeyy Joce! What's happening girl?"

Joce? Oh, I didn't tell him my real name yet.

Well he doesn't sound so hot so maybe it should stay that way

He sounded like a teenage girl.

I sigh.

"Hello, Troy. What seems to be the problem?"

"Problem? Oh man! I have N-O problem! China is amAYzing!!"

He's starting to scare me..

"What do you want? "

"We'll this guy named..Corbin? Cole? Co, co..co something--"

"CODY!" I scream, but not too loud so my relatives can't hear me.

"Ahh, Cody, thaaaats it. Yeah I picked up and told him the story and he said he had something really important to tell you. Something about a girl? I dee kay."

He pauses.

"Whoah! What? "

Another pause

He must've been talking with someone else.

"Heck ya I do! Alright, one sec..okay Jocelyn, I'm back. So get this,"

Ugh! I have no time for his stupid stories.

I need to talk to Cody!

"So my buddy here, David, says he got us front row seats to a SUMO WRESTLER MATCH!"

Isn't that Japanese? I wanted to say, but didn't bother.

"Okay. Whatever. Were there any more details from Cody?"

He's gone. The last sound that came from the other end of the phone was a bunch of screams.

Great.

I should probably tell him my real name eventually , but he sounded a little....hyper.

I hang up on my end and sit on one of the tropical benches in the small hallway.

I go to the Phone app on Troy's phone and click on the option that says Keyboard. I stare at the phone digits, waiting to be pushed. But the thing is, I can't remember Cody's whole phone number.

I know it's 826-39... Ugh. What is it?! I call him practically every day.

Should I call one of his friends?

Who am I kidding? If I don't know Cody's , how would I know one of his friend's numbers!

I take a deep breath and get out of the phone app.

Now I am on Troy's homescreen. I scroll through the 4 pages of apps, each one organized by category.

I scroll through and look very carefully, hoping he has Facebook.

Angry Birds....Candy Crush....Facebook...Insta--- WAIT A SEC!

I click on the app so many times (and so fast) I'm surprised his phone didn't freeze.

I finally end up on the home page and the first thing that pops up is...the trailer to a new Spongebob episode? Does this guy have any kind of life?

I'm enjoying myself, so I scroll through some more.

Lets see:

RENEE MACKERSON: party at the night club babyyyyy ;D

Below was a picture of 3 girls. The one on the left was wearing....well..not much. All 3 of them were wearing butt shorts and crop tops, neon and glow in the dark.

Wow..

They all had long pin-straight hair pulled back in a Snooki bump. Their faces contained an expression of too many drinks.

How cute, said no one ever about this picture.

Why the heck would Troy be friends with such... I don't even know the word for these creatures in tight clothes.

It disgusts me.

I roll my eyes and go to his profile settings.

Change profile picture....change cover photo....ah, here we go, log out.

I log out and a message pops up:

Are you sure you want to log out?

Two choices, yes and no.

I hesitate.

What if he doesn't remember his password?

Wait, I don't even remember MY password.

I get out of the Facebook app and click his phone in sleep mode.

I sit there in the hallway, looking at all the cute paintings hanging on the wall. All of them were Lilo and Stitch themed.

My favorite was a mosaic collage made up of pictures of different pictures of the families who stayed here and all the fun activities the hotel offered.

The pictures spelled out Ohana, meaning family.

I remain in my seat, wondering what to do, my Ohana waiting for me.