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LISA

Staring at the "Where's Fluffy?" poster on my bedroom wall I held the phone up to my ear as I listened to the ringing coming thru the speaker, unfortunately for me, it went to voicemail. "Hey, this is Tzuyu. Leave a message after the beep!" The cheerful voice sang into my ear.

"Hey Tzuyu, it's Lisa. How are you?" I awkwardly paused. 'How are you?' Who the fuck says how are you on a voicemail. "It's about three in the afternoon," I continued, still speaking awkwardly. "Um- I think you're probably still at school. I stayed home today. I took a personal day." I mentally facepalmed myself. Pushing aside my awkward tendencies, I continued. "I wanted to finish up some creative projects and stuff that I've been working on around here," I added cooly as I looked out the window of my second story bedroom.

I think back on the words spewing out of my mouth and I shake my head and gulp. "Nothing to do with you or anything," I felt the need to add and I mentally facepalmed myself again. Pushing away from my window I walk to the wall beside my bedroom door, staring at the photos of Tzuyu and I that I'd hung there. "So I'm sorry, real sorry I missed you. I was hoping to get you on the phone. Um, I haven't talked to you in a while... and I just kind of wanted to speak to you at some point. You know, I think the last time we spoke we both kind of said some really nasty things that neither of us meant." I slid my fingers over the photos of us on my wall as my voice turned more into a whisper than the awkward mess it was before; and I wasn't sure if it made it any less cringe worthy. "You know, just, like when you broke up with me you know... and everything, on my birthday."

I moved across the room again and sat in front of my laptop on my desk. "Also, that mixed CD that I left on your doorstep was the last one that I'll be making for you." A notification sound from my laptop pinged and a message popped up that the task it was working on, was now completed. A new mixed CD popped out the side of my laptop and I stared at it for a second before adding, "More or less." Plopping onto my bed, I decided that this voicemail was far too long and there was no point if she wasn't on the other line of the call with me. "Anyways, give me a call. I'm doing very well." What a lie. "I hope you're great. Have a great weekend and do something fun, you know. Just get out there. Um- call me though, when you get a chance. Alright, bye." I moved the phone away from my face and tapped a button.

"Your message has been deleted." The automated woman's voice sang.

"Fuck."

"If you would like to re-record your message, press one."

I ended the call and threw my phone down onto my bed and stared at the ceiling.

Sitting at my desk, laptop open, with a pen in my hand drawing on a blank CD, I hear the sound of my best friend's car horn coming from outside my window. I set the pen and CD down and make my way over to my window to open it. Actually, I opened the window just in time to see my best friend Rosé pull up on the curb so hard she knocked over both the trash and recycling bins. I sigh.

Rosé opens the car door and pops her head out, yelling. "Is that always there?"

"Yes, always." I exasperatedly replied. "That's where we put the garbage."

As Rosé picked the cans back up, I walked down the stairs to meet her out front. When I opened my front door I see not only Rosé, but my other best friend, Bambam, as well. "I'm not going." I told them.

"What do you mean you're not going?" Rosé looked at me confused as she pushed the hair back from her face.

"Let's load the van," Bambam added, using his thumb to point to the van Rosé parked so wonderfully on my curb.