"Guess what?" I tell Luke on the phone while I relax in my rose scented bubble bath.
"What?"
"We're throwing this huge party Friday," I say," Danny's house is huge and it's honestly perfect."
"Sounds like you're having fun," he says," but you realize it's Friday."
"I know," I say," I'm in the bathtub so I can relax and calm down because I have been calling and interviewing people for a job as Danny's house keeper because he's too sad to get out of his room and the house smells like total shit."
"You're in the bathtub?" He asks and I just know he's smirking," as in you're naked?"
"As in the only thing I am wearing is this layer of bubbles,"
"God I miss you," he says," so why is Danny so sad?"
"Yesterday was the one year anniversary of his cats death," I say," I get that it's sad but it was yesterday."
"Aw," he says.
"I know you want to laugh," I say.
"It's a damn cat," he says," and it's been a year. He has to move on."
"I love cats," I sigh.
"I love the thought of you naked right now," he sighs and I laugh.
"Do you have an extra toothpaste?" Danny sighs when he barges into the bathroom.
"What the hell are you doing?" I say and try to cover up my half exposed body.
"What's happening?" Luke asks on speaker phone.
"Hello Lucas," Danny says glumly.
"I thought you were in the bathroom," he says.
"I am,"
"I'm just looking for an extra toothpaste," Danny sighs.
"Dude," Luke says," quit acting like a pussy and man up."
"We used to call Mr. Puss, pussy," Danny pouts.
"Dude," I say," I need you to get out."
"Why? It's nothing I haven't seen," he shrugs.
"What," Luke says and I laugh.
"Just take my tube and leave," I say and point to the sink.
"Thanks," he says and slumps as he walks out with my toothpaste.
"Mr. Puss?" Luke says.
"Yeah," I say," Danny has had him since he was a kid."
"Wow."
"Yeah well I forgot to tell you something," I say.
"What?"
"I broke my finger," I chuckle," it's not as bad as it sounds."
"You broke it?" He laughs.
"Stop it," I whine," don't laugh at me."
"Which finger is it?"
"My ring finger," I say.
"If only it was your middle finger," he says.
"If only," I say.
"I have to go," he says.
"Oh right," I say," you're in school right now."
"Yeah, shut up," he says.
"What period are you going to?"
"Lunch,"
"Oh,"
