Incoming Call from "Daffy Duck".

Caoimhe stared at her phone screen in horror as her conversation with Nick was replaced by a picture of Bart Simpson with a slide to answer button at the bottom. Did she or did she not answer? She didn't know what to do.

Caoimhe squeezed her eyes shut and slid her finger across the screen.

She held the phone up to her ear and waited.

"?" Bartholomew spoke, sounding panicked. No, she corrected herself, his name was Clay, not Bartholomew. "?"

"I assume you finally read Nick's messages. He really didn't mean to."

Was he mad at Nick about it? She hoped he wasn't. It was just something as trivial as a first name. It wasn't like she was gonna use his number and name to track him down. She wasn't insane.

"" Florida Man sounded stressed. "."

"It's just a name, Clay." Caoimhe tried to reassure him, freaking out when she heard him do a sharp intake of breath when she said his name. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. That was so rude of me."

"." He cut her off. "."

She blushed, in spite of herself, mumbling a couple more little apologies.

"" Clay asked, genuine curiosity seeping through his tone.

"You have to earn that."

"." He sounded like a pouting toddler.

"What do you mean?" She teased. "I've been buttering Nick up for days."

"."

"How do you know that?"

"."

"Awww." She giggled. "That's cute."

"." Clay blurted, making Caoimhe burst into laughter. ""

"I'm sorry." She choked out between laughs. "You just sounded so offended."

Her laughter was contagious and Clay started wheezing along with her.

The front door of her apartment slammed open and Drew started yelling. "BITCHHHH! I just got LAIDDDD!"

Caoimhe and Clay just started laughing even harder.

"Their name was fucking Fox!" Drew opened Caoimhe's bedroom door without knocking. "Not even Layla could move like that- OH MY GOD ARE YOU ON THE PHONE?!"

"YES!" Caoimhe gasped.

Clay laughed so hard he sounded like he couldn't breathe. Drew's hand flew to their mouth.

"Did he just-?"

"Hear everything you said? Yes."

"I'm so sorry, oh my god!"

"!" Clay continued to laugh. "?!"

Drew paused and made a face. "Who are you on the phone with?"

"Bartholomew." Caoimhe silently gestured for them to get out.

"Oh okay. Well uh, I gotta go to feed the fish, bye!" Drew backed out of the room and fled.

"?"

"No."

He started laughing again, Caoimhe joining in.

The two of them joked for a little while longer before Clay had to go, hanging up on Caoimhe with a quick "." before her phone screen shifted back to her conversation with Nick.

he's not mad

just disappointed

HALLE-FUCKING-LUJAH

clay laughs like a tea kettle

yeah, he nearly stopped breathing at one point

hey ! >:(

meanie weenie

cool cool cool

Caoimhe dropped her phone on her bed and stood up, ready to go get more information about Fox from Drew. Them breaking their three month dry-spell was a big deal. Drew got grouchy a lot when they weren't getting any.

Drew was staring at their phone, sitting on the old couch they'd picked up off the street in Freshman year. Their eyebrows were furrowed together in concentration.

Caoimhe cleared her throat and they jumped, quickly plastering a smile on their face.

"Hi babes!"

"How did you score someone on a Tuesday evening?! I'm impressed." Caoimhe threw herself on the couch, ready for the gossip.

"I told you the mullet was a good move." Drew stuck their tongue out at Caoimhe. "Hey, how about I go put one of your mom's casseroles in the oven and we talk about it over dinner?"

"Yeah," Caoimhe considered it. "That sounds good. I think we still have some red wine leftover too."

"Sweet. Would you mind if I turned on another Manhunt to watch while we wait? Sober this time."

"It's your night, tonight. Of course I'll watch your dumb Minecraft videos with you."

"Yay! You'll love this."