Pick Up The Phone Lyrics Novels & Stories

After ringing for almost a minute without being picked up, it goes into a voice mail. "Hey this is Mycole, I can't answer the phone now so please leave a message." I groan, disappointed as my effort to connect and talk to Mycole comes to waste. "Mycole please pick up and call me! I need to talk to you." I drop my phone into my bag and begin to stroll down hoping to catch the next taxi passing by when I feel my phone vibrate while ringing. I reach for my phone in my bag and answer it. "Hello, Mycole."

Business or casual, walking or dancing, everything…lawd. I was going to call him, but from the work phone. He was too unpredictable to have my number, yet. I was nervous, but calm at the same time. I sat to my desk and dialed the number. My stomach started flipping as I waited. He picked up on the way to the third ring. I sat there in silence as I heard him playing the song in the background. I smiled in the phone like a schoolgirl as the warm feeling took over me. “Hello…hello.” He said with confidence like he was expecting me to say something. I couldn’t speak. I sat there in silence listening to him. His voice along with the music was intoxicating. I sat back and closed my eyes. He stoppe

She collapses onto the bed, rolling over, laughing, singing the same line again and again, her voice hiccupping, fading, rising again like she’s stuck in some looping place. I stand there for a moment, shaking in fear, willing my chest to stop hurting while watching her. I think I am waiting for her to snap out of it and finally see me, but she doesn’t. I turn, tears spilling freely now, and run out of the room. —- “Pick it.” Sunny says, her voice pulling me back to the present. I am still holding my phone and it's ringing. “I can’t.” I shake my head, staring at my phone. “You know what this man did to me.”

I needed Ang. I pick up of my phone and dial her number. She does not pick up on the first few tries and I am about throw my phone away when I hear the ringtone that she had specifically placed in my phone for herself. Any guesses on the song? It was Man eater by Nelly Furtado...don't ask me why she picked it I press the green button and raise it to ears. "Hello?"

The way he used to hold me. My eyes got blurry. I blinked hard. Pick up. The thought was desperate and sad. Please just pick up. Let me hear your voice. Let me pretend for one second that we are still together. In few seconds the call went to voicemail. "Hey, you have reached Austin. Leave a message and I will get back to you." Beeped then hung up. The silence came back, louder than before. I sat there holding my phone, staring at the wall. At nothing.

When I turned around, Brandon had already finished washing the dishes and was drying his hands. His gaze landed on the phone in my hand. "Liz, what are you doing with my phone?" "I think someone messaged you." I handed it back to him without missing a beat. "It kept buzzing while you were busy, so I grabbed it for you." He took it, glanced at the screen, then looked back up at me. It looked like he was trying to figure out whether I was telling the truth.

he asked. I start thinking about last night. I remember I was also staring at him unconsciously. Did something happen? Did I miss something? Did I do something stupid? Did I look very ugly last night? I am starting to overthink about the possible reasons. I cannot think of anything that can make him get my phone number. "Are you still there?," I was brought back to reality. "Yeah, I'm still here." "Oh, my band mates are here to pick me up. I've got to go. I'll catch up with you later. Please listen to the song "You are so beautiful". That is for you. Bye!" And the call ended.

He tries to grab my hand, but I yank it away. I run down the halls and out the school doors. The cold wind hits my damp cheeks, stinging my skin. I dial a number on my phone. Three rings, then she picks up. "Mom...can you pick me up?"

She was about to leave her phone on the bed when her phone rang immediately. It was her again. Sherry picked up and put the phone on her ear. "Hello?" "Why didn't you pick up since I've been calling you?" She heard Flow's irritated voice. Sherry smiled closely when she heard her, she hated this kind of people so much, "Miss Flow, i think this is my phone which i bought with my money right? You didn't buy the phone for me huh? I pick any call that i feel like picking and i don't pick up when i don't feel like"

It's like I'm missing a major part of life. The problem is my cellphone's battery is going to die. I need to charge it now. *** "Oh wait for a second I'm picking you," I yelled, as I got up from my comfy bed. It was half-past midnight. Dry Tears were stuck on my cheeks reflecting my skin in the moonlight. Without looking for a caller id I picked up my cell phone, "hello?" I slightly yawned.