The Number On The Napkin

26 | Buttercup

"Why do ya!"

"AH MOTHER—"

"Build me up!"

"HOLY—"

"Buttercup!"

"WHAT THE—"

"Baby!"

"I CAN'T GET A GRIP—"

"Just to let me down!"

"OH NO—"

"And mess me around!"

"PLEASE DON'T BE CRACKED! PLEASE DON'T BE CRACKED—"

"And then worst of all!"

"Oh thank god, it's not cracked—"

"You never call baby—

"Alec."

"When you say you will—"

"Alec stop."

"But I love you still!"

"Alec stop!"

"Alright! Fine, geez."

"Finally."

"What the hell happened with you?"

"Well I picked up the phone and you started screaming—"

"Singing."

"Screaming, in my ear. You surprised me so I dropped my phone and juggled it for a few seconds before it fell face down on the pavement. You know, you're lucky it's not cracked."

"Why am I lucky?"

"Because then I would have made you pay to replace the screen and if you couldn't have paid then dot, dot, dot."

"What does dot, dot, dot mean?"

"I think you know what it means."

"Uh...no that's why I'm asking."

"It means I would've killed you!"

"Yeah I know, I just wanted to ruin your dramatic moment."

"You are pure evil."

"Mwahaha!"

"You still sound like your choking, not laughing maliciously."

"I'm working on it."

"Well work harder."

"I need you!"

"Oh no, don't start again."

"More than anyone darlin'..."

"No."

"Come on..."

"You know that I have from the start!"

"So build me up!"

"Build me up!"

"Buttercup!"

"Don't break my heart!"
"Don't break my heart!"

"Thank you! Thank you very much! I'll be here all week!"

"Woohoo! I'm your biggest fan!"

"Yes, yes thank you."

"Stop! Oh my god, my ears!"

"Layla, you're being dramatic. You know you love my singing."

"Screaming."

"No! It's horrible! Never do that again."

"What, so you're saying I'm not aloud to sing?"

"Yes, that is exactly what I'm saying."

"I like this girl."

"You like her because she sounds just like you."

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Can I talk to Daisy?"

"Definitely not!"

"Hey! Why not?"

"Because I know you guys will team up against me and create some diabolical scheme for my downfall."

"What?? I would never—Layla grab the phone!"

"I got it! I got it!"

"Hey! Get back here!"

"Run Layla! Run!"

"Alright, I locked myself in the bathroom!"

"Lay, open the door!"

"No!"

"So Layla, what do you really think about your brother?"

"Well I used to think his was a butthead because he wasn't very nice to me, but this summer he's been driving me around and buying me ice cream and sometimes we go to the park to feed the ducks and turtles and I really like that."

"Ooo, that sounds fun."

"Lay?"

"He talks about you a lot."

"Lay!"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, like a lot. Like, he doesn't talk about anyone else other than you. He's always smiling and yesterday he said—"

"Alright Layla! If you come out then we can go get ice cream and feed the ducks! How does that sound?"

"I have to go."

"Bye Daisy."

"Wait!"

....................................

"I wonder what he said..."