"sorry for hanging up last night. actually no, i'm really not. don't call people weird luke."
"...sorry."
"for all you know that kid could be a mentally unstable insomniac. or he could have problems at home. you don't know people luke. don't call them weird or crazy."
"mikey i said I was sorry."
"i know luke. i'm just tired today."
"wow! michael whatever-your-last-name is finally tired. call the fückïng press!"
"dude, shut up."
"i'm not tired for once so this is weird. my friend ash drove me around today after school and we went to the beach today. that was fun. is it okay that i tell you about my day?"
"knock yourself out kiddo."
"okay. so, after school let out, he picked me up-he's 21-and we got pizza. then we drove to the beach-one of the northern ones-and it was kinda chilly, but it was nice. there was a bit of wind and we didn't swim because the water's cold as balls, but we kinda just sat there and talked. it was nice. we were sitting on his car roof, kinda on a cliff-we were parked at the top of a cliff-and the view! oh my god! michael! the ocean!"
"how was it?"
"michael, i swear you need to see it from a clifftop. it stretches for miles and it gets really dark blue and it literally looks like diamonds on sunny days."
"mmhmm."
"michael did you fall asleep?"
"mhhmm."
"g'night michael."
"gnhght."
