A Busy Week, Part 2

"Who's Ash?" spoke that haughty, cocky, better-than-thou tone that felt so much like home. "Who's Sera? What's this about hearing your voice? Who'd want to hear your voice? I'm bleeding from my ears right now because of it." 

"Good," I sniped back. "Stay bleeding." 

"Yeah, I will. I'm strong like that. Unlike you."

"That's rude." 

"You're rude."

Ahh, now it truly does feel like home.

"Umm, let me refresh my memory here…" I plopped onto the foot of my bed, rummaging through the deepest darkest recesses of my thoughts. "The last time you gave me a call was - ah yeah - when Cathy came over to our house to play video games."

"Yep."

"Two years ago, right? You keep insisting to put her on the phone, remember that?"

"Well and clear."

"And after like the twentieth time within the hour, I finally caved in?" 

"You're weak like that."