Heero Yuy scowled, and hastily wiped his hands on the dishtowel before picking up the offending phone. Why did people always call when he was in the middle of something?
"Do you like... scary movies?"
Heero blinked. The voice on the other end of the line sounded muffled, but distinctly masculine.
"Only the really funny ones," he replied.
"Not funny movies," the voice said creepily. "I'm talking about... scary movies."
"Like what?" Heero asked, deciding a temporary break from scrubbing dishes was allowable.
"Like... Friday the 13th."
"Laughed my ass off."
"Funny as hell."
"Nightmare on Elm Street?"
"Got kicked out of the theater for laughing too loud."
The voice on the other end sighed. "This isn't going right. Ok. Are you popping popcorn right now?"
"Hell, no. The husks catch in my teeth. I hate that."
"You're not popping popcorn?"
"What are you doing?"
"Dishes," Heero answered bluntly. "Why do you ask?"
"Just asking. What's your name?"
"You called me, so you should be identifying yourself first."
"Oh, come on. Just tell me your name. I like to know who I'm looking at."
"Well, you're not looking at me," Heero said, turning a full circle in the tiny, windowless closet of a kitchen his efficiency apartment sported.
"You don't think I can see you?"
"Not unless you can see through walls," Heero asserted. "This room has no windows."
"Wait a minute. Isn't this 555-1231?"
"No, it's 555-1221."
"Oh, hell. I got the wrong number. Sorry about that."
"No problem," Heero said, and hung up the phone before plunging back to his elbows in soapy water.
"Scary movies," he muttered to himself. "The only movies I find scary are those relationship films Relena likes to watch. Geh," he said with a shudder. "Give me nightmares for a week."
THE END - Happy Halloween!