Stephie paced up and down the length of her room, kicking at the bean bag lying on her floor each time she passed it. She had the cordless phone cradled between her chin and shoulder, growing more and more impatient with every ring. Sure, it was past eleven, but surely someone at Deirdre's house would still be awake to pick up. Ry, at least- she knew what hours he kept. Stephie growled into the phone, twelve rings and still nothing, but she'd stay on the line all night if she had to. No way was she sitting on this information all night.
"ARGH! For fucks sake, someone pick the hell up!"
( Panicy )
"ARGH! For fucks sake, someone pick the hell up!"
( Panicy )