Peter Frampton

{Eric Brittingham}

Upon listening to Jeff flirt with my girlfriend the other day, i began to realize he might not be the only one. What if Jim has hit on Cheyenne? It drives me nuts to think of Cheyenne with another man.

Last night i dropped by her house to watch Frankenstein for a few hour. While grabbing a blanket from her bed, i noticed a slip of paper laying on her nightstand. the paper had a phone number that belonged to man named Phil. Flirting is one thing, but when a guy gives you his phone number, the game changes.

I didn't mention to Cheyenne what i had discovered in her bedroom until the next morning when i called her phone. "Hello? Is Phil there?" i asked, upon Cheyenne answering the phone.

"Eric, what are you doing?" she already sounded annoyed.

"Who is Phil and why were you kissing him?"

She let out an irritated sigh. "Phil delivers the sausage."

"Tramp!" i yelled into the phone with an insulted tone of voice.

"Omigod, Eric." she said. I realized music was playing behind the sound of her voice.

"Who is that singing you love songs?" i asked.

"Peter Frampton." it was now obvious she was annoyed with me. Her tone of voice said it all.

"Did you kiss him too?"

"Goodbye, Eric." i then heard a click as she hung up the phone.