"Hello?"
"That was so not cool, man."
"Well I wasn't trying to be cool."
"Why? Because you're hot?"
"..."
"..."
"Why do you call me anyways?"
"Because in this very boring life, you are my only source of entertainment."
"Wow. And here I was thinking I meant something to you."
"If you put it that way...I t-"
"Didn't you notice the heavy use of sarcasm in that sentence?"
"Oh."
"I'm hanging up."
"Wait! No! Keep talking."
"I don't have time to talk to you. I have to do my homework."
"Ouch. That hurt, princess. I can help you in your homework."
"I would love that if I was not labelled as a certified nerd. Don't worry bud, I can handle a little bit of homework tonight."
"But I'll feel lonely."
"Did you seriously whine like a kid?"
"I did not. I'm an 18 year old, manly, guy. I do not, and I repeat, I do not, whine like a kid."
"Uh-huh. Keep saying that to yourself. I'm surprised though that you're 18."
"Why would you be surprised by that?"
"For all I know, you could be a 40 year old stalker who likes calling up teen girls."
"That seriously hurt my pride, princess."
"Well, maybe I have a good aim then."
"Okay then. I'll let you do that homework of yours. Mostly because you reminded me of my own homework."
"Yep. You better do that."
*beep*
"She didn't even say bye."
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