Moonlight Tigress: Well I'm glad you do...cause if you didn't well...you'd just have to suck it up and deal with it anyway! And you're not the only weirdo around here...they're everywhere...nowhere is safe! RUN FOR IT!

Tzotel431: I duuuunnnoooo...I'm still clueless as to where the heck this is gonna go...ah well...we shall see...and I'm glad you like it...very much

AAAAHHH! SCHOOL! IT COMES BACK! AAAAHHHWWWWHHHY?!
No...really...I'm not two years old...I swear...hem...yeah...on I go...somehow

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Are you inside yet?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm still working with the window." I heard a sigh from the other end and I rolled my eyes and attempted to put the phone that we'd been talking on into the pocket on my jacket. Instead, I missed the pocket and the phone dropped to the ground by my feet. I bent to pick it up, smacked my head on the window ledge, bumped the phone with my hand when I reached up to rub my know sore forehead, which of course sent the phone skittering across the platform I was standing on.

I dove after the stupid thing, somehow managed to kick it and smack my head on the underside of the stairs leading up to the next platform. I cursed, rubbing my throbbing head and remembered the phone I had been diving after. I looked around and spotted it perched precariously on the ledge. I sighed, reached for it and paused when it slowly started to shift towards the ground.

"Ah man...don't do that." I whispered, slowly inching forward again.

The phone tipped...tipped...I dove.

The phone fell, I slammed my head into the railing, and my fingers somehow managed to snag the antenna.

"Ha!" Escaped my mouth as the phone dangled above the ground, I shimmied back onto the platform, only smacking my head once more on the railings as I sat up. I sighed, shook my head and slipped the phone into my pocket, making sure it went into the pocket this time.

When that difficult task was accomplished I turned my attention back to getting the window open without breaking anything.

Which, so far had not happened. Which was a miracle in itself.

Ten minutes later after much straining with the window that seemed that it had not been opened for tens of thousands of years I managed to open it about an inch. It was just enough though to get my fingers in the crack and pull it upwards, the paint cracking and the wood scraping as the window moved upwards. I leaned against the frame, pulled the phone out of my pocket, pressed the magic little button and said, "Alright, I got it open."

"About time, what'd you do? Have a little tea party?"

"A simple 'Good job Tyler,' would be nice once in awhile." I grumbled, I heard Nicole snort as I slid the phone back into my pocket and looked into the apartment I'd just managed to open the window to. I slithered through the opening, managing to only hit my head once and landed with a thud on the floor. I sat up, once again removed the phone from my pocket and informed Nicole that I was inside.

"About time, what are you doing up there that's taking so long?"

"I'd like to see you do any better. Why can't we just go to a hotel or something?"

"Because hotels require money we don't have."

"We have a credit card."

"Can't use it."

"Why not?"

"Because I said so! Now take a look around and tell me if anyone's there or not!" I sighed dramatically, stood up and looked around the apartment. It reminded me of my grandmother's for some reason.

Old, ancient furniture and that weird old person smell. I looked around and took a step forward, then heard, "And who the hell are you?" I jumped and spun, coming face to face with the old person who possibly lived here.

"Uh...phone company?"

She stared at me and I stared at her and edged for the window. Then from my pocket I heard, "Heeeelloooo? What's going on up there?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Uh...checking the phones?"

"Who are you?"

"Just a person who came in the wrong window!" I spun to dive out the window, but I spotted a cat sitting on the ledge, staring at me. I screeched, spun back around, tripped on my feet and slammed into the old woman. We both went crashing to the ground, and as soon as we stopped falling I was rolling away from her and that blasted cat that was still on the ledge staring at me.

"Stupid cat." I grumbled, stumbling to my feet. I turned to help out the little lady, and found that she hadn't moved at all.

"Uh oh." I whispered, looking at her, then the cat, then out the window.

This could not be good.

"TYLER!" I jumped and fumbled for the phone in my pocket, "What?"

"What the hell is going on up there?"

"Uh...I think I killed the old lady?" Nicole made a sound that could have resembled the question, "What?" But I could be very wrong on that assumption.

"I'm coming up there." Nicole announced, and before I could protest she had ended our little session on the phone. I sighed, knelt down by the old woman and shook her shoulder while whispering, "I hope you're not dead."

No movement from her.

"Ah man, please don't be dead. I don't wanna be a killer. I'm not nearly mean enough to go to jail."

"Oh stop touching her in case she is dead you idiot." Nicole growled, coming in through the window.

"Should have just gone to a hotel." I grumbled, settling back on my heels.

And to top it all off I had an amazing headache.

Amo il controllo di periodo! Cosàcosa meravigliosa! Whatcha!
Heh...yeeeah...uh...I still dunno...I'm just amazingly bored...so...yeeeah...hope it was okay anyway...if not...well...I DON'T CARE SO THHHB!
Once again...I swear...I'm not two! I SWEAR!