(Never try texting a girl who already said she doesn't want to talk to you right now.)
Bridget?
Yes?
I still want a list of what you want to do for the summer.
Plastic surgery. An extensive amount. So I can be someone else.
Absolutely not. Try again.
Circus school? I'm really rusty.
Try again.
Going to seduce Duncan and Dalton in the same night. Possibly together.
JESUS CHRIST.
I'm KIDDING.
I don't think you are.
WELL JESUS CHRIST TO YOU TOO.
Tho, Duncan would fall for your seduction in under five seconds.
You think? We should place bets.
Please call an ambulance.
You're a laugh a minute, Caleb.
As are you. Make a list, Bridget.
I have a list. You're not invited.
If I had another party I bet I'd be on your list.
I'm going now. Turning off the phone. Did you want anything specific?
Yes.
I'm busy.
I didn't even tell you what I want.
Oh, I know what you want.
Then tell me what YOU want.
I want a lobotomy. I want Jake to still be alive. I want things to even out for five minutes. I want to recognize a goddamned street name in the paper when I read about my own neighborhood. I want to sleep. I want everyone to back off. I want some help around here. I want to turn off MY FUCKING PHONE NOW GOODBYE.
