Twelve (Heather); Good afternoon!
"Hello?" I mumble, not opening my eyes properly as I grab the bedside phone and put it up against my face.
"Hello, Heather?"
"Mmhmm. Who you?" Oh, very articulate, Heather!
"He's asleep. C'n I 'elp?" I stumble over my words, still not awake. I hear a slight chuckle from the other end of the line.
"I take it you didn't get all that much sleep last night?" Tim questions. I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer. "Perhaps you can help me." he continues. "The one with blue hair last night, she a friend of yours?"
"Her hair's blue in the daytime too you know." I mumble. "Yeah. S'Amy."
"What's her number?"
"Uh?"
"Number. Made up of a series of digits, used to connect one phone to another-"
"Yeah yeah yeah. Shut up, I'm blonde and it's early."
"It's gone midday."
"It's early." I say firmly. "You want her number whilst she's here in the US, right?"
"How long's she here for?"
"Uh'no." I shrug. I wonder if Tim's sick of me being tired and unintelligent yet or not.
"Okay, the American one." He says. Yeah, he sounds bored. I grin wryly and fiddle around with my mobile phone until I find the right number, which I recite to Tim.
"It's a hotel," I inform him. "One of the lads who works there is big on films and stuff, and he's kinda - hyper... So if you like your eardrums in one piece I wouldn't advise telling him who you are."
"O-kay then." He drawls. "Thanks."
"No worries, see ya."
"Bye." The receiver is replaced on Tim's end, and I hang up on my end too. I wonder what he wants with Amy's number........?
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