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To Call Fake

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Searching through the music files on Toshiba (my wonderful, but pretty old laptop), I get a call from a private number on my cellphone. Surprised – it’s 0:48 – I answer.
“Iroke speaking.” On the other side I hear a female voice, probably about my age.
“Hey, I want to ask you something. Are you fake?” I blink. Pardon me? What kind of question is that?!
“Huh? What do you mean?” I frown and smile a bit, not quite getting it.
“Are you fake?”
“Uhm, why do you ask…?” I’m now thinking it’s a prank call, that they just pushed some buttons and got my number.
“Someone asked me to ask you, so I thought I should just call you.” Okay… someone has not been taking their medicine.
“Who asked you?” I ask, wondering what the hell is going on.
“I don’t know, I don’t know his name.” Right, someone who you don’t know asks you to call someone else you don’t know to ask her if she’s fake, and you actually DO IT?! You’ve gotta be joking me… Is it April Fool again already?
“Okay... I don’t really get it.”
“I’m just asking you if you are fake.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Someone said your music and clothing are fake.” I think she’s trying to tell me I’m not a real Goth or something… But then again, she doesn’t know me, so why would she? Apart from the fact that I’m just me, and that it’s a very stupid question anyway.
“Right… Maybe you’ve got the wrong number.”
“I don’t think so. You’re name is Iroke, right?” (My real name ends with an ‘e’ as well, and, as many, she forgets to put it behind it.)
“…Yes.”
“Then I’ve got the right number.”
“Well, I don’t want to answer this, cause I have no idea what you are talking about, or who you are, or who asked you to call me.” I’m very annoyed now. I was supposed to be writing my book now, not to talk to some girl I don’t even know!
“Okay, I thought I’d just call you and ask you.” …May I press the ‘end call’ button now…?
“I really don’t feel like this, I’m going to sleep now.”
“Of course, no problem. I understand.” You UNDERSTAND?! Is any human being who calls some stranger after midnight, just because another stranger asked, to ask her a real idiotic question – is such a human being capable of understanding something complicated like human emotions? I didn’t think so, but I could be wrong of course.
“Okay, goodnight.”
“Yeah, sure, goodnight,” I hear right before I hang up.

And then another question hits me. HOW THE HELL DID SHE GET MY PHONE NUMBER?! :S

It’s a mad, mad world…
The following is actually a true story o.0 It happened on Thursday, August 11 ’05. I still don't know what it was all about. I have a few theories, but I'll keep them to myself.


NOTE: Iroke is my artist name, I never answer the phone like that (though this call made me wonder if I should…)
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Giver's avatar
...:rofl::lmao::lol: That's the funniest story I've ever heard!...And it's REAL! OMG! I'd be so mad if someone called me after midnight to ask me something like that! Holy crap! :hug: Awesome!

:+fav:, whether it's real or not, this is awesome. ^ ^