Crazy Inside

Straight Talk - Waverly

"Look, Beck, I'm just trying to do my thing, okay?" I muttered into the mouthpiece of my phone. I was pacing my apartment, wiping my hands on my skinny jeans when he called, and I wasn't necessarily in the mood to talk. He was, however, a beautiful specimen, and I could talk to him for hours.

Stepping over something on my floor, I walked into my kitchen, searching under the sink for some bleach cleaner. Beck continued talking in ear, and stopped for several seconds.

"Waverly? Are you there?" He asked, his voice picking up a tone of annoyance. I don't like that tone, I thought, spraying the cleaner on a sponge.

"Of course. I honestly think you're right, Beck, he's a great guy. I just don't know if he's dating material. Ya know?"

He agreed, then began telling me all these things about the guy in question, Tony. I sighed, dragging the thing in my way to the side. The plastic underneath it made too much noise, but I was mostly concerned with getting my floor cleaned. What a mess.

"You know, Beck, Tony's actually here now. He can't talk though. Sorry. Guess straight guys just aren't your thing."

Beck sighed. "He's so not straight."

I looked down, smiling. "No Beck. I suppose not. Gotta go. Bye."

I hit the end call button, and giggled to myself. "Well Tony. I don't think you'll be a problem." I leaned down, and touched his still warm face.

"No, Beck and I are gonna talk so much more now that you're out of the picture..."

Let the crazy begin...
~J