Story Starter #9

Ring, Ring

"Hey, one of you guys gonna get that?" Mike yelled from the bathroom. No answer.

He peeked out of the bathroom with half of his face covered in shaving cream, and the other half clean shaven.

"You know, I'm a little busy here."

Shifting into a more comfortable position on the couch, Davy's back turned toward Mike as he flipped through a magazine. A signal that he obviously had no intentions of answering the phone.

Peter stretched lazily in the hammock which started it to swinging again. Resting his hand over his chest, he drifted back into his nap.

Micky was pouring through chemistry books, jotting down notes as he did so. He seemed oblivious to the ringing phone, or that there was even another person in the room.

Mike rolled his eyes, and mumbled all the way over to the phone.

"You think that someone in this house can answer the phone. Might be a call for a gig or something. Most likely it's one of Davy's pesky girlfriends. If we're gonna be bothered with those girls, least he could do is answer the phone..." he mumbled, then picked up the phone, "Hello?...No, sorry. No Amy lives here. Yeah, bye!"

"Who was it, Mike?" Davy asked without looking up from the magazine.

"Well, if you were so curious, why didn't you answer the phone in the first place?" Mike asked.

"It was a wrong number!" Micky said without looking up from the notes he was writing. "No Amy lives here."

"There's no such thing as a wrong number." Peter said as he started swinging the hammock again.

"Incredible! Just incredible!" Mike exclaimed as he walked back to the bathroom. "And not a one of them could get up to answer the phone."

"What do you mean, Pete?" Davy asked.

"I don't think running into someone on the street, or calling a 'wrong' number is really a mistake. Everything happens for a reason, and shouldn't be treated so lightly." Peter said.

Micky took time to put his pen down, take his glasses off and peer at Peter with genuine interest in what he was saying.

"So, someone called here on purpose knowing that an Amy didn't live here?"

"No, I don't think so." Peter said, "I'm just saying everything happens for a reason...including a 'wrong number.' You may not know it, and the person on the other end may not know it, but it's true just as I'm sitting here. Who knows? Maybe that person is having a bad day and needs to talk. Or maybe that person might become a new friend."