077 ➸ PHONE CALL

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chris | arden

"please please please pick up. this is not good. ah shit!"

"chris? are you okay?"

"hello? chris?"

"ARDEN! yeah, hello! which airport are you landing at again?"

"uhm, i don't know! hold on..."

"it's the one in atlanta. that's where you guys are right? we're leaving from there, right?"

"yes, you're right."

"i just went the wrong way on the highway it's fine. i turned around about fifteen minutes ago but i wanted to tell you i was going to be about half an hour late. but you took so damn long to answer that i should now be there in five minutes."

"oh my god, chris! are you speeding? don't do that! i'm in no hurry!"

"oh my god. are you speeding and talking on the phone?! chris seriously slow the hell down and hang up! you can call me when you get here."

"chris? oh my god. please tell me you didn't get pulled over. chris? jesus fuck. answer me! i'm freaking out and people are starting to stare for real now. i just saw a pap. this is gonna be in the news tomorrow. ugh. chris? hello?"

"arden. please breathe."

"i'm here. i'm parked. i am walking toward you. i can see you. you look constipated. quit freaking. i'm alive."

"well why the fuck couldn't you answer me, you shithead?"

"aw i see you. you're laughing at my fear. how cute."

"i'll ruin you, chrissy."

"okay okay."

"i'm hanging up now. i'll see you in a second."

"okay bye"

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