"Don't get snappy with me young man, I was worried about you and all you can do is insult me." He snapped back.
"Dude I'm older than you." I smirked to myself.
"Honestly what am I gonna do with you. Lord give me the strength that I need to care fore this child and keep him out of danger."
"The lord ain't with you on this one buddy."
"Saint Maria!"
"Seriously stop, you ain't even catholic."
"In times of stress the lord is there for us all, I believe that he uses his wisdom to help guide us to a better future."
"Look, seriously if this is just going to become a conversation about the false beliefs that you have, I would rather be spending my time doing something useful."
"If you were a true believer, you would not speak such blasphemy!" I rolled my eyes, slowly removing the phone from my ear, hearing; "What would Jesus say..." before ending the call.
I probably shouldn't have hung up but I seriously did not need to talk to someone that was going to be of no help to me in my current situation.
My mind wandered and I began to remember my dream, the worst parts of it seemed to be highlighted, almost as if they were being burned into my mind.
My dreams used to be a place of peace, where I'd go after a long day of dealing with all the crap that life threw at me in the form of exams and stuck up girlfriends. But now, after seeing this girl, my life has been changed.
I rolled over, shoving my face deep into my pillow, the soft fabric making a mould of my face.
It was comfortable, and I almost wished I could dose off again. That I could slip back into a dark abyss.
Of course, I wouldn't be able to do so, I needed to sort things out and get my head straight.
But a little more sleep can't hurt, maybe just five more minutes.
I began to dose of, feeling my thoughts clouding over like a fog lowering over the empty landscape of my mind.
BANG!
A slapping sound ricochet through my previously silent room, as my wooden door slapped against the wall.
It was followed by the sound of feet sliding on the floor and then a loud creak and a flurry of sheets as my 'visitor' landed on my bed, missing my torso by a few millimetres.
I groaned and rolled over, keeping my eyes closed against the sudden brightness of my room.
I heard the slap of skin before I felt the burning pain that engulfed my left cheek.
I gasped and held my hand to my cheek, feeling warmth spread through it as the pain began to slowly subside.
My eyes snapped open, half expecting my mother, the other half thinking irrational and inappropriate thoughts about a certain somebody that might be waking me.
So you can imagine my surprise when my eyes met those of my utterly pissed off best friend.
"Don't ever hand up on my young man. Ever."
I let out a faint sigh, smiling to myself before collapsing back into the pillow.
I felt the soft grey cotton on my back being pulled up and I reluctantly sat up to avoid the destruction of my shirt.
I groaned again and rubbed my eyes. I yawned once before dropping my head as if to appear so exhausted that even the smallest of tasks was tiring.
"Oh quit your complaining." He snapped, poising one hand on his hip and using the other to make an annoyed gesture.
"It's Sunday..." I moaned.
"Exactly, that means we only have today to make this mystery woman your woman."
I moaned again, half in annoyance at his persistence and mention of her and half because I wanted that almost as much as he did.
"Oh save your moaning for when your alone with your soon to be girl." He rolled his eyes but I could see he was enjoying this.
"You could not be more gay could you."
He stared at me questioningly, cocking his head to the side. He cracked a cheeky smile before replying, "Did you want me to try."
