Russian Roulette

"Stop yelling at me!" I screamed back.

"...Okay," She whispered, chuckling.

"So now what do we do....?"

"Now...we wait." Pouting, she leaned against the mailbox. "...We just got all excited...to wait."

"I know... and there is a huge mother fucking chance that we wont get picked..." I pouted.

Her pout turned into a full-on frown. "...I guess...we go back to our regular lives...Oh...uh...I need to tell you something."

"Okay..."

"I gave them your number. I forgot mine." She smiled sheepishly.

"...Okay, more for me!" I laughed.

"No!! I'll be at your house! Hopefully..." She made a face, "Or you do three way calling!!"

"Three way calling costs money!"

"And it'll cost your life if you don't let me talk to them!!" She pouted.

"Well, if they do call me, for you, then you will eventually get to talk to them...!"

"Hope so!" She looked at me excitedly. "But now...we just...wait." She frowned again.

"Waiting sucks...." I sighed. Well... now we wait...