BURN (Wattys2015?)

there are a lot of things i've never told anyone but i should tell you this

[rings]

[click]

"Matthew speaking. Who is calling?" 

"Oh, hey. Um, this is Mason."

"Who?"

"I mean...CJ."

"CJ?"

"Yeah. You know, your brother."

"Oh, um! I didn't--I mean--I didn't know--I think--hold on. Here's my cell. Call me on it, I don't want to talk on my work phone."

"Ok. Um. Ok. Bye?"

"Err--bye."

[click]

[dials]

[rings]

"Hello? CJ?"

"Yeah."

"I haven't--I mean, how did you even get this number--er, um, I haven't seen you since...I'm sorry I couldn't come to...you know, the funeral."

"You mean Dylan's--I mean, Seth's?"

"Yeah. I thought you couldn't have contact with me or something? Since I left?"

"No, it wasn't that. Mom is just mad at you."

"Oh...How is Hannah?"

"Same."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Shouldn't you know? Oh, wait, you bailed."

"It was just a lot to take in. Your mother didn't really want to be found."

"Guess not. But you know she wasn't running from you."

"Guess not. How old are you know? 19?"

"20."

"Oh, wow. Time flies. You're still a kid in my mind."

"What are you, anyway? 30?"

"29."

"Old."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

"Look, CJ..."

"They don't call me that anymore."

"I don't care what she calls you. You're still CJ to me. Besides, the middle names are still roughly the same. What's a first name? Er, um, anyway. Well, I mean, why did you call me? I don't want to rush, but I have a meeting in fifteen."

"I called you because you're my brother."

"Is anyone sick or dying?"

"No. But someone died seven years ago and look--you didn't come back for that."

"I don't want to fight with you. Did you really just call me to fight, little brother? Did Hannah set you up to this?"

"Jesus Christ, Matt! We're your family! She's your mother! Stop being such a--"

"I have to go."

"Wait!"

"What?"

"Don't go, Matt. Not again."

"Fine. Be quick, okay, CJ?"

"Your...friend called me."

"What?"

"Yeah, they said you wanted to get in touch. Or that you needed to, anyway."

"It's just...we live such different lifestyles..."

"Matt, you've been gone for ten years. No contact. Don't think you know my lifestyle."

"Fine, okay. How about...Well, I don't want to come down. You could maybe come up sometime? School is starting soon, isn't it? Are you in college? Maybe come up for fall break."

"I can be there this weekend."

"What? That's--such short notice."

"I'm coming, Matt."

"I mean, okay, yeah. Oh, God. It's just been so long. But I want you to come, I do."

"Okay."

"Okay. I'll email you my address, okay?"

"You don't have my email."

"Oh. Right. Okay, um. Er, I'll text you."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Bye."

"Bye."