The following morning
Liberty wipes her eyes, "I'm such a pussy. I'm crying. Again."
Sarah shakes her head, hugging her again, "no, Lib. You're not." The older woman rubs her back. "You won't be seeing him anytime soon anyway, sweet heart."
"Where's Robert?" Liberty asks, blinking. "Is he alright? He isn't in. Is... is he okay?"
Sarah laughs, "of course he is. He's Robert."
"He... stuck up for me, Sar." She whispers, a faint smile on her lips. "Nobody has ever done that for me before. Not like that."
"That's Robert for you," Sarah smile. "He's generous."
Liberty hums at this, staring at the table. "Where is he, I need to talk to him- thank him."
Sarah swallows, "he's um... I suspended him for a few days."
The face Liberty makes is humorous. "Excuse me?"
"He isn't allowed to use violence in school. Plus," she shrugs, "he was hurt."
"He was hurt?"
"Yeah, but it-"
"I have to see him or- do you have a number? Do you have his number- like, in the computer or something?" Liberty searches her jacket pockets, "damn it. Left my phone..."
"Liberty," Sarah smirks, "of course I have his number." She hands her, her own phone. "It'll be in there. Use my bathroom."
"You have a bathroom?"
Sarah scoffs, "of course I do. I am not using the..." She shivers, "gross. No thank you." She points to the door in the corner of the office.
Liberty laughs, accepts the mobile and heads to the other room.
Ten minutes later, she is still sitting on the toilet lid, holding the phone in her hands. The door cracks open. "It isn't going to phone itself, babe. You actually have to unlock the thing first."
Liberty rolls her eyes and makes a face, pressing the on button. "Five, two, eighty." Sarah says, then closes the door again.
Typing in the numbers, Liberty unlocks the iPhone and goes to contacts. The fifth name down says Robbie.
Must be him...
Unless she knows another Robbie.
Now she is just wasting time.
Just call him.
Oh, shut up.
Bish whet?
I said shut up.
If I ever did shut up, then you wouldn't have friends, sweet heart.
Oh, fuck off.
... Just because you want to lick his face.
What the fuck?
... *smirks*
Oh, fuck right off.
She is arguing with her conscience.
For Christ's sake, she has it bad.
You've only known the guy what, three months?
...
I don't blame you. He's like Christmas and Brad Pitt combined.
He looks nothing like Brad Pitt. Robert's hotter.
You know what I mean. Hurry up and call him.
Shit. Did you just press dial?
Yes.
Idiot.
You told me to call him!
Yeah, but you never listen to me.
Oh, shut up!
"Hola. Robert aquí."
What?
I told you this was a bad idea.
"Oh, fuck off."
"Lo siento? I am sorry? Sarah, this is you, yes?"
"She wasn't supposed to know another Robert!"
"entiendo," he says, "you are uh, lesbian, yes? Sarah has you for her girlfriend?"
"Oh, fuck off!"
She hangs up. "Fucking... Sarah! You know another Robbie?" She exclaims. "And he's foreign?"
"He's Spanish." The other woman replies. "Robert is under Downey."
"Why?"
She doesn't get an answer and scrolls through the list of names, clicks on Downey.
Wait. No. She didn't mean that.
You retard. You actually called him.
No... I just...
Pressed the call button.
... Yes...
Fanny.
"Oh, fuck you."
Is this how you're gonna' answer calls now?
"Hello?" Says a thick voice, "Sarah, what did I do now?" It is Robert. His voice is deeper, though. Rough. Smokey.
Hot.
Ugh. Piss off.
"Sarah, please stop playing games. You just woke me up."
"But it's half twelve." Liberty frowns. Oh. She didn't mean to talk. Damn it.
"... Hazel, is that you, honey? Where's you're mommy?"
"No! Do I really sound like a child on the phone?"
"... You don't... unless... you are one? I'm sorry. It's early... ish. And my brain isn't functioning. Doesn't until six at night, really. Who is this?"
"It's Liberty."
"Oh!" He says, "hey."
"Hi."
"How are you?"
"I'm... fine. How are you, I heard you were suspended."
"For being a badass? Yeah."
"For being a badass, was it?" She smiles.
"Yup." He is grinning.
"Hm, are you sure about that, Mr Foster?"
"Of course," he says, "what other reason is there? I'm sure you have a thing for badass', am I right?"
"Oh," she grins, "I really do."
He wasn't expecting that answer and swallows. "So what did you call for?"
"I was just calling to thank you for... you know, yesterday and stuff. It was nice of you."
He scoffs, "nah. Anyone would have done it."
"They really wouldn't have."
"Well then," he says, "you are most welcome. It was my pleasure."
Liberty smiles so herself in the mirror and notices the red on her cheeks. "So, I better go."
"Yeah, yeah, of course. School and stuff."
"Yeah, school and... stuff."
"Okay, in fact, I have to go as well. So thank you for the wake up call. I'm going to become even more sexier."
Gosh, please don't.
"My Lord, how are people ever going to handle you?"
"I'll test that theory afterwards." She frowns, and he continues, "So long, Miss Garcia."
"Bye, Robert. Thank you, again."
"I'll always kick ass for you, Libby."
With that, the phone went silent and she was answered with a dead tone.
I hope you heard that. He said that he will always kick ass for you. Maybe he'll do a little more for you're ass if you're a good girl-
I was never this sexual until you came out!
You're welcome.
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At precisly five o'clock, the bell rang and so did her phone.
New Message:
From: Unknown Number
Attachment:
Has the theory been proved as accurate? ;)
She smiled at the selfie of him sitting in the hair dressers with a new hair cut.
This man is going to be the death of you.
"Don't I know it."
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- It was crap and boring, I know. But these are needed chapters. I can't just go:
"Hi, I'm Libby."
"I'm Robert."
"You're hot."
"You're sexy."
"Let's fuck."
"Fine with me."
They had sex and then had babies because Robert forgot to use a condom. Yay for family.
End of story.
- Really, guys, believe me, that would not be a fun story.
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~ MrsDowney. :)