Breakfast for Dinner

(Really crappy story but i was bored in class and had nothing to do. i didn't have an idea either, so i just wrote this down.)

Eric reached over to answer the phone. "Hello?" He said in a hushed tone as Gizmo jumped onto the bed to join him.

"Hi, Eric." Cheyenne breathed.

Eric leaned over to check the hallway for Tom. "Hold on one second, okay?" Eric held the phone against his chest and called down the stairs, "Tom! Where are you, man?"

"I'm taking a shit!" He heard Tom yell from downstairs.

He took the phone back to his ear now that he knew Tom couldn't hear him speak. "Hey, baby. Where are you?" Eric sat on his bed, leaning over the edge with the phone against his shoulder and ear as he reached for the pack of cigarettes on the night stand.

"I'm at work right now," she said. "I'm getting off in an hour. Want to do something?"

He placed a cigarette between his lips and struck the lighter. "Yeah. You could come over after work if you want. Tom won't be here for much longer." He brought the flame to the stick in his mouth and inhaled deeply.

"Tom's there?" she asked in surprise. Tom was hardly anywhere but the girls' house since he met Kayla.

"Yeah. He wanted to show me the material he came up with."

"Oh." was all she said.

"Gizmo just woke up from his nap. He can't wait to see you." Eric smiled.

"Aw. I can't wait to see him, too. I have to go, Eric. I'll see you in an hour. Bye bye."

Eric was tempted to add, "I love you". But instead he said, "Bye." and hung up.

Tom came upstairs, a microwave corn dog in one hand and a can of soda in the other. "Dude, i thought Cheyenne hated it when you smoked."


Eric shook his head and dabbed the ashes over a paper on his night stand. "I'll spray after."