I was sitting in my bed earlier, and I started having dialogues in my mind of phone calls. They're not real or anything, just strange, retarded conversations people would have. Or maybe they're phone calls I'll use one day in a book? Who knows. Anyway, here ya go...
I guess I'll put a back story with the phone conversations. This is, obviously, a girl calling a guy who seemingly is done with her... Or is he?
Ring... Ring... Ring... Ring...
Hello?
Hi.
Oh. Hey.
How're you?
Good, great actually. You?
I'm fine.
Okay.
Why haven't you called?
Dunno?
It's been two weeks.
Really? I hadn't realized.
Do you even care?
I guess?
Oh that's refreshing.
What?
Nothing.
Okay.
I hate you.
I know.
This is probably the last time I'll call.
I know.
Do you hate me?
No.
Why won't you call?
Dunno.
You're hurting me.
I know.
Don't you even care?
I thought I did.
And now?
No.
Oh.
...
I still hate you.
I know.
I'm not calling again.
So you said.
Doesn't that upset you?
No.
It doesn't?
It doesn't.
I thought you loved me.
So did I.
You don't?
No.
Oh.
...
Bye...
I know you're still there.
How?
My cell's still on.
Oh. I'm sorry.
Yes.
Huh?
You're sorry.
Oh... That's mean.
I know.
I'm really hanging up now.
Okay.
I hate you.
I know.
Bye. Click
...I love you. Click