#10: Take all the phones and call random people.

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I giggled as I ran away from Trevor. He has no idea that I stole his phone…

I ran all the way across Wal-Mart, and then plopped down on my booty, which hurt. I pulled out the list:

#10: Take all the phones and call random people.

I started laughing hysterically as I remembered how I had stolen his phone. Shall I walk you through it? Don’t worry… I don’t get hurt. Trevor? Yeah… Can’t say the same for him…

Trevor was making a sandwich when I finally found him again—I saw a mirror, and just had to pose in front of it.

“Whatcha makin’?”

“A sandwich,” he said while rolling his dark eyes. “Why?”

“’Cause I’m hungry, too.”

He sighed. “Do you not know how to make a sandwich?”

“I’m not allowed in the kitchen,” I said with a grin.

He stared at me. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Because you lurvee me.”


“Yeah, lurve. It’s trending.”

“That sounds like something a little kid would say!”

“Exactly,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“What does it mean, anyway?”

I started laughing at him. Does he live under a rock or something? “Lurve means Love yoU Right on Vacation Especially.”

He rolled his eyes. “That makes little to no sense,” he stated.

“Of course it does!”

He sighed. “What do you want on your sandwich?”

“Ham, cheese, turkey, guacamole, lettuce, grapes, bacon—”

“Here’s a ham-and-cheese,” he interrupted.

“Yay! Just what I wanted!” I squealed in excitement, snatching it out of his hands. We sat down on the floor, and started eating in silence. “So, how’d you get locked in?” I asked.

He shrugged. “My friends and I threw a water balloons at some of those Wal-Mart cops, and I hid from them in the employees’ lounge. I guess I dosed off or something, because next thing I knew I was locked in.” We chewed silently for a few minutes. “You?”

“I brought a dog in.”

“But pets aren’t allowed.” I waited for him to catch up. “Oh.” I smirked.

“I guess I kind of saved your bee-hind.”


“Are your friends Chuck and Drew?”


“The cops were about to catch you guys before I came in.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m actually surprised they don’t have a picture of your in the employees’ lounge.”

“Oh, they do. I’m usually escorted around with two of the po-po.”

I finished my sandwich, and decided to check what was next on the list. My eyes lingered on the word phones

“Hey, Trevor?”


I pushed him down on his stomach, and before he had a chance to react, I snatched his iPhone out of his back pocket.

Do I really need to continue from there?

It wasn’t hard to figure out Trevor’s passcode, and I had complete access to his contacts with just my first try. (I mean, really, Trevor? 8626TMAN? Be original.) I stared in awe at all the phone numbers right before my very eyes. Now, who to call first?

And thus began my glorious adventure of calling everyone on Trevor’s contact list. As soon as they answered, I’d scream, “HI!” and hang up before calling the next person.

I was halfway through when Trevor yelled, “What are you doing with my phone?”

I stared at him. “Uh, not calling everyone on your contact list.”

He glared. “Hand it over.”

I reluctantly gave him back his phone, and ran away as if he had a gun.

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