phone post

[orangetoughguy]

"Motherfucker, I'm trying to watch The Lost Boys."

☎ CALL
☏ VOICEMAIL
✏ TEXT
✉ NETWORK

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[whitetwoguns]

sober now yeah

[with a hangover, with regrets, still sporting a sore spot in the chest]

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[orangetoughguy]

alright thanks for letting me know

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[orangetoughguy]

can i come over?

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[whitetwoguns]

im not at the apartment feel free to go over there

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[whitetwoguns]

i wasnt going to do anything stupid

no drugs just weed

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[orangetoughguy]

[THE NERVE OF YOU TEXTING AFTER THAT LAST REPLY.]

thats good

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[whitetwoguns]

[he wasnt thinking that Freddy would mean come and see him]

none of that at all together or not

[because he's clean and sober]

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[whitetwoguns]

i realize what kinda message that was sending and its not what i want to do

so you know

i feel bad about what that must have done to you

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[whitetwoguns]

maybe see you around sometime

take care

CALLING YOOOOUUUUU

[orangetoughguy]

[Ring ring ring :(]

RINGING 1/2

[whitetwoguns]

[oh shit oh shit oh shit.]

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[whitetwoguns]

[Let it go to voicemail. If he wanted to talk he would have text he would just--]

Hello.

[orangetoughguy]

....Hi.

[Okay what now, Newendyke, what now.]

[whitetwoguns]

[He'll clear his throat.]

I hope your night wasn't ruined.

[orangetoughguy]

Naw. It was okay.

[Soft spoken and slower than the average Freddy.] I had cheesey fries.

[whitetwoguns]

Yeah? Good.

[Makes him feel a little better. A tiny little small bit.]

Those are good with onions on top.

[Defaulting to food talk. Well.]

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah, I had'em with onions.

[His breath is something awful right now. Aren't you glad you can't smell it, Larry?]

You eat yet?

[whitetwoguns]

[Empty empty empty feeling on the inside right now. Oh man.]

No, not yet.

[orangetoughguy]

You wanna...wanna grab a bite?

[It takes more balls than you'd know to pony up that invitation.]

[whitetwoguns]

[For a moment he nearly asks whether or not it's okay. Look who is calling who.]

Okay.

[Man up, Dimick. Be an adult about it. You're hurt. You're angry. Join the goddamn club.]

[orangetoughguy]

[It's okay Dimick, Freddy here needs time to prepare too. Almost he feels like he sounds stupid for having suggested it at all, like he's copping out of his own invite.]

Tomorrow? Maybe a lunch?

[whitetwoguns]

Tomorrow?

[A day shouldn't make a lick of difference. The old man in those few seconds already set his teeth on wanting to see this man again. Tomorrow then.]

Sure. Tomorrow's just fine.

[He wanted today, right now. Right back where they used to be. Nothing works like that.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh thank christ he's not refusing. Freddy doesn't even detect a sense of resentment for pushing it back by twenty four hours and to this kid that's already a lot to handle. But they need that time, right? Rushing into things is part of what got them into this in the first place, no matter how good it feels to be right in his thick bear arms.]

Okay.

[He might sound a little hopeful, tail wagging.]

[whitetwoguns]

Any place you wanna meet?

[He doesn't have a tail but there's hope. Less of a growl. Shit don't fuck this up Dimick.]

I could go for a burger.

[Those fries sounded so nice. Anything out of that mouth that's not shouting is starting to take on a sort of a siren effect.]

[orangetoughguy]

The cheesey fries place has burgers.

[Duh. It's more like an invitation to come share a batch of eating your feelings with the kid, old man. Better than shouting.]