Cellphone Hide and Go Seek.

This is the story of an ordinary everyday run of the mill cellphone. But it's not a story of an ordinary everyday run of the mill cellphone; it's a story about me, a Galaxy A14 5G phone that belongs to a man we'll call Harry.

Now, the story begins the night before the situation in question, and yes, in order for me to tell the story properly, I need to back up to then. A new restaurant had opened; one of many in the city, and was equipped with a full bar. Harry (my designated owner/operator) had gone for the grand opening, he was supposed to meet Mary, who, I would assume judging from the conversations he had over me and the naked pictures was his girlfriend, yes one WOULD assume.

Mary was supposed to meet him there at 5, as they had dinner reservations at that time, an item that she confirmed by text message several times. But now, it was after 6 and Mary was a no show.

“Hello where the hell are you?” Harry barked through me, which was something that I positively despised as it made every chip inside me shake and quiver. “It's 6 O'clock, you were supposed to meet me here at the new restaurant an hour ago.”

“Was that today?” Mary sounded like she was pre-occupied.

“Yes, that was today?” Harry responded with a sarcastic tone. “And it's not like I didn't send you a text message to remind you, which you confirmed, BTW.”

While he was talking, he took a snapshot of the confirmation texts that were in my Chat files, she had confirmed, that was for sure, he forwarded it to her.

“Oh, yeah, it was today.”

There were noises in the background, and I (and Harry) could pick them out. They were sexual in nature.

“Are you busy with someone else?”

“No. Stop. That feels good, but stop for just a minute. Sto-op! Oh, yes, yes, YES!!”

I knew the sounds and the wording all too well, someone was with with her, someone who was scratching an itch with her. I switched the conversation to video chat which shown a naked woman who wasn't Mary. She had massive breasts and a well rounded torso. Mary wasn't too bad looking either.

“Oh, Mary...--.” Harry groaned, as he lay hos head onto the bar counter.

“Wait, it's not what you think,” the other woman leaned in for a kiss on the neck. “Well it is. But you already kne--.”

“Bitch,” Harry severed the line, and blocked Mary's calls.

“My friend,” the bartender couldn't help but seeing what was happening on my screen, not that they were peering, but maybe they were, that bit doesn't matter, “it's exactly what you think.”

Harry let out a “Hrumph!”

“OK, so your girlfriend likes other women, big deal.”

“I was kinda told that she was bisexual, but I didn't really think that she was serious.” While Harry was talking, he was scrolling through pictures of Mary in sexual positions, one was with a woman where she was planting her face into the woman's breasts, she looked like the same woman from the phone conversation.

“Sure,” again, the bartender couldn't help but seeing the hot pic that I was displaying on my screen. “The way I see it, two girlfriends are better than one, especially if they are intimately tied to one another. Makes it easier getting a three-way going.”

“I don't do three-way.”

“With two men in the three-way, not a chance, at least not for me. With two woman, why not?”

“Can we change the subject?”

“Sure. Get you a drink?”

“Give me a screwdriver,” Harry frowned, “and keep them coming.”

“Sure boss,”

“And can you get me some wings and fries,” Harry peered into my screen, “and keep them coming too,”

It was 10:00, the place was closing and Harry must have had around 4 straight up vodkas, 3 screwdrivers, 2 martini espressos, and a partridge in a pear tree. (And yes, there is such a drink, but I digress.) Harry got an Uber and stumbled into his one room apartment, and to tell the truth, I almost didn't make it home. I was almost left at the bar, I was almost left in the car, and he almost dropped me at the door where it was raining hard. The last I knew, I was flipped onto a shelving unit face up, didn't even bother setting me up on a charger, even though I was all the way down to under 10%, where Harry had some DVDs stored in books. The last I heard of Harry that night, was him crashing head first and already unclothed onto the coffee table that splattered into a million pieces, where he stayed in the same position for the rest of the night.

My alarm had gone off at 8:00, which pretty much wore what was left of my battery down after going off for the better part of an hour. Harry lay on the floor where and how he fell. At first I thought he was dead, but at 9:00 he finally awoke with a groan. He looked up at the clock on the wall.

“Oh God! Look at the time!” Harry let out a curse, as he held his head. “I'm already due at work. Where's my phone?”

Now the fun begins. The first, and most obvious thing he did was to check the pockets of his pants that lay crumpled on the floor.

“Not there. Hopefully it's in my coat.”

Cold as ice. But he fumbled through it anyway.

“God, did I leave it at the restaurant?”

I was right there, in arm's reach. In fact, his hand passed right over me.

“If I did, it's possible they put it in their lost and found spot. I'll call them and find out.”

I wasn't sure how he was going to accomplish that little feat, not without me. What was he going to do? Pick me up and use me to call the restaurant to find out if I was left there? Highly unlikely. Even though I'm sure somebody's done something like that somewhere in the world.

“Wait, I think I was using it in the car from Lyft..., or was it an Uber I took, maybe it was a regular cab. I don't know. I don't know!”

It was an Uber, not that I was going to tell him that. Well, I will if and when he finds me, as there was a text from Uber, telling him that his trip was completed.

Harry gave a quick glance over the bookshelf. For a brief second, he looked right at me. But my screen had gone black, and I was on a black shelf, reflecting the image of the DVD books, thus he didn't see me. The fact that his eyes were a bit hazy wasn't helping either.

“I'm sure I had you when I got home,” Harry scratched his head, then it hit him, “maybe I dropped it right outside.”

He opened the door, and the rain poured in, giving him an icy cold shower.

“I hope it's not out there,” Harry sighed, as he spotted something black and rectangular on the ground outside his door, “oh, shit!”

He reached down and picked it up, realizing it wasn't what he thought it was, he put it down. He looked at himself, he was outside, and was fully naked.

“OH SHIT!” Harry dashed back inside, at least nobody was out there, he hoped.

There was an immediate knock on the door.

“Oh God,” Harry groaned, “who saw me? Just a minute!”

“Harry, it's me, Mary.”

“What do you want?”

“I need to talk you about last night.”

Sure she did, and she wasn't alone.

Harry looked through the peep-hole, she wasn't alone. “Who's with you?”

“It's...” Mary stopped. “Just let us in, it's cold and raining out.”

“Fine,” Harry looked at the broken coffee table, there was no time to clean it up, but there was time to throw his jeans on, so he did, then pulled the door open.

“What happened?” Mary immediately spotted the broken table.

“Had a few drinks, came home drunk, yadda, yadda, yadda.”

“I see,” Mary stepped inside, the other woman with her, “this is Lara.”

“Oh, the bitch you stood me up for.”

“I'm not a bitch!” Lara mumbled, as she clenched her fists.

I sat on the shelf. While I wasn't on or even charged, I was still aware of what was going on around me. This new girl was going to mean trouble.

“Calm down,” Mary said to Lara, then turned to Harry, “about last night. I didn't mean to stand you up. You knew that I am seeing people from both sexes, so why the surprise?”

As Mary talked. Harry continued to search for me, he let out a “Where are you?”

“Are you even listening to me?” Mary cried

“I'm looking for my phone.”

Mary sighed. “I'll call your phone.”

Oh, this going to be fun (for me). Remember, he blocked Mary, and I have no charge.

“Good idea.” Harry waited for Mary to call his phone. “You call?”

“Yes.”

“Hope you didn't lose it.” Lara laughed.

“Cute,” Harry placed his hand on the shelf and on me. “Maybe it would ring if the call came from someone else.”

“Why would it work coming from some other phone?” Mary looked at Harry suspiciously.

“Well I blocked you,” Harry said, “right after we talked.”

“Then why--?” Mary let out a scream.

“I'll call you,” Lara said.

“I'll hold you to it,” Harry smiled with a wink.

“Just...” Lara sighed, then pulled out her phone, “give me your friggin' number.”

Still not going to work. Besides, I'm literally right under your hand, Dumas.

“OK,” Harry gave Lara his number.

“It's going straight to voicemail,”

“Of course it is,”

Harry squeezed his hand around me and flung his hand out. (Aw, don't tell me you didn't see that coming from a mile away.) I flew through the air and crashed against the wall, and ricocheted face first on the corresponding wall, before dropping into a bin of wires and other random junk.

“What the fuck?” Lara muttered. “Is this guy safe to be around.”

Harry looked at Lara. “Sorry, just had a few drinks last night?”

“How many is a few,” Mary said as Harry went through the shopping list of drinks he had the night before, “that's quite a few.”

“OK,” Harry fumbled through the box of junk, until he hit where I had landed. He pulled me out triumphantly.

“Is it broken?”

Harry looked me over. But I was encased in a hard shell, with a solid screen protector.

“Looks good,”

Harry hit the power button. I briefly turned on, then back off. “I just need to charge it.”

“Well that's good.” Lara said snidely.

“You don't need to be so mean.” Mary hissed, as Harry attached me to a power source.

“Oh,” Harry looked at the day an time, it was Saturday, it was his day off anyway.

“Now that we got that straightened out, can we please get to why I am here?”

“OK,” Harry turned to Mary, leaving me charge up, “what is there to talk about?”

“I was fully intending on going to that opening with you, but Lara came by as I was about to leave, and she was feeling a little frisky,”

“I see,” Harry said coldly.

“But we can make it up to you,” Lara took Harry's chin, and turned his head so he was looking at her massive breasts.

“I thought I was exclusive to Mary,” Harry sighed.

“Well,” Mary sighed, “face it, you're not.”

As they went back and forth, my battery was charging, and I was beginning to realize that I was possibly going to be used to make a video.

“You can still have sex with me any time you want,” Mary said, “but on occasion, you may need to include Lara.”

Oh yeah, cue up the mood music.

“Really? Are you two talking about three way?”

“NO!” Lara barked.

“It could happen,” Mary responded.

God, I hope he put me in the quick charger.

“You know, it's not going to be the only night they'll be open,” Harry sighed, as he reached for me, he took me and the charger, then the tripod.

“Got that right.”

“No! I only came with you so he could meet me,” Lara barked, as she watched Harry set me up on the tripod, then set me up so I could be used while charging. “Not--.”

Harry dropped his pants, as I began recording.

“It's huge,” Lara barked

“I know...”

Well, as the saying goes, all's well that ends well. Harry was back in with Mary, and Lara eventually came around, and I was there to document everything that happened between the three of them.