You Feel Like Home

eight

millie | ryder

ring ring ring

“hey.”

“hi. what’s with all the noise?”

“happy birthday to me.”

“i completely forgot you said your birthday was coming up.”

“don’t worry about it.”

“i want to say happy birthday, but it doesn’t sound like you’re too happy.”

“once again, my brother managed to make everything all about him.”

“how?”

“our house is filled with his friends and an endless supply of liquor.”

“that sounds like an okay party. what’s wrong?”

“well, first of all, his friends are dicks. second of all, i’m four months sober and not trying to have a setback.”

“oh.”

“yeah. and i told him. i said i just wanted to hang out and order in. i didn’t want a party.”

“i’m sorry.”

“it’s al—what the hell was that?! i’m sorry, love, i’ve got to go.”

“bye. happy birthday.”

“thank you. break something else and i’ll break your neck!”