"Boo," Olivia said into her phone. "Boo." her phone replied. She giggled.
Shaking my head, I smiled. "This is the biggest waste of time."
Olivia shot me a look. "Not it's not." The phone parroted "No it's not."
Tyler shifted in his bean bag. "Calling yourself? Seriously? Seriously?"
"What? It's kinda funny." Olivia defended, her phone repeated her words.
"You try it." she urged. "It's funny."
Rolling my eyes, I took out my phone. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
Tyler laughed. "Welcome to the hitting-rock-bottom club."
I dialed my number and let it ring. I frowned as it didn't pick up. My voicemail rang, confusing Olivia.
"It's supposed to answer directly. You're calling your phone." Olivia pointed out the obvious. Tyler leaned forward, intrigued.
I swear this voodoo crap is creeping me out...
I called my number again, all of us waiting in tense silence. It rang twice.
"Hello?" someone asked.