"...michael? sorry for bothering you at 3 am. but you answered, so i know you're up too."
"what do you want luke? you've insulted me to my face and been a dick to me for years."
"and i'm sorry. i didn't know you then. and now i do and you're a great person raising two cats by yourself because your parents kicked you out and your hair isn't weird- it's actually pretty cool- and i want you to know i'm sorry. michael clifford i'm truly sorry for the small actions and words i've said to torment you."
"... thanks. luke, seriously though, you're not just fuçking with me?"
"i'm not just fuçking with you. i was genuinely worried when you didn't answer and when you didn't show up to school. you're a constant in my life now, you can't just disappear on me."
"..."
"... michael? you still there?"
"...yeah. it's just- no one's told me that before. that's new."
"think about it this way. everything changes daily, but i know that if i call you, or you call me, before the sun rises, the other will answer. and we've called each other daily. therefore, you are a constant in my life."
"did you mean what you said when you said black suits me?"
"it looks just as good as every other color you've dyed it."
"a couple days ago you said my pink hair was weird."
"i lied."
"oh."
"yup."
"we have finals soon. i'll call you tomorrow, we need to sleep. 'night!"
"goodnight mi-"
