"fuck."
"fuck what?"
"fuck everything."
"three more days though."
"three more days."
"lu, you sure you're doing okay?"
"besides staying up really late studying and then calling you before bed? yes."
"hey! i'm not bad for you!"
"i'm joking, i'm joking!"
"good you asshole. i miss you when you stop answering me and calling me."
"yeah...."
"hey, so about banana bread....."
"i was serious."
"what! thank you so much!"
"no problem. as long as i get half of it."
"....fine. oh! i got this really good tea the other day! it's kinda hard to describe, but it's basically the embodiment of christmas, and i've had probably five cups already."
"that sounds nice. don't have too much at one time, you might get sick."
"i know."
"....are you still studying or?"
"no. if i stay up any longer looking at notes i'm going to scream."
"same."
"i hate school so much luke. so much. if i went to uni, i wouldn't even last a semester."
"like, last a semester, or- oh. oh michael."
"lu, don't worry about me! please! i'm on meds again and i'm not even going to uni, i'll be fine."
"but i'll be going to uni! i won't be-"
"don't worry about it! i'll be fine. you're here for the summer. it's not like you graduate high school and then immediately go into university. i'll be fine."
"michael-"
"please don't sound so heartbroken. i have a stable job, i've got enough money to last me a while, i'm doing fine right now."
"but what if something happens when i go to school?"
"then i'll call my other friend."
"other friend?"
"calum. i've mentioned him before. stayed with him when i was kicked out, known him for years, even dated him briefly. ya know, all that jazz."
"oh yeah."
"shit! luke we should go to sleep."
"what, why?"
"it's past two, we have tests tomorrow. or would it be today?"
"shit!"
"goodnight luke."
"'night mikey!"
