-David-
Friday, 22:15
I'm laying in my bed as I hear my phone vibrate from across the room. I slowly force myself out of bed. Who's messaging me at this time of night?
Unknown: David?
Oh crap. This must be Simon. I look over at Stephen to see if he's stirred. Thankfully, he's still sleeping. I creep back over to the bed and slide in carefully so as not to wake him. I told him I'm catching up with an old friend tomorrow. He'd freak out if I told him the truth.
David: Is this Simon?
Be assertive, David. Don't gush up to him. He's a piece of crap who never deserved you.
Unknown: It is.
I run my hands through my hair as I feel that familiar dread. I lay back on the pillow with my eyes squeezed shut as I contemplate what to say next.
David: You got my letter? x
Subtle, David, subtle. I hate myself.
Simon: I did. Just in time.
David: It's great to hear from you. x
Simon: And from you.
David: How have you been? x
Simon: I'm been great.
Clearly he's as obnoxious as he always was. He doesn't care how I am. He never cared. He doesn't even-
Simon: How have you been, Dave? x
Oh.
David: I've been pretty good myself.
David: Hah, I suppose I shouldn't ask more questions cause then we'll have nothing to talk about tomorrow.
Simon: I suppose not.
I try to think of a reply. He's so unpredictable with sending kisses. Is he just trying to wind me up?
David: See you tomorrow, Si.
Simon: See you tomorrow, Dave.
David: Good night.
Simon: Gn.
Well, that was certainly the most half-assed thing I've ever witnessed.
