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"Dude!! Look at these questions!" Tyler exclaimed, overwhelmed. "I swear, people here are freaks!"

"What they wanna us to do? Lemme see. Oh shit," Scotty cursed out, knowing well there were some fishy requests made by people on the internet. Well, it was internet after all. "Hey Anthony come here! We're recording right now!"

"I'm changing my clothes. I'm sweating like a motherfucker! Hold on."

The idea of Q&A had long been mentioned ever since the three dudes made one a couple years ago during PAX, but never discussed. It was only yesterday, as a last minute decision, to make one. Sure enough the night before they started tweeted about it. That ended up having them to get all scrunched up on the couch looking for some content to answer, or to do.

Anthony scrolled down the tweets, long enough to find these questions were simply people wanted to bring out the worse state in them. That ketchup challenge was nonsense, but Anthony said fuck it. That alone was stupid. His throat felt so weird after that.

It seemed that people just had ideas over ideas to spice things up, huh? Slap each others, give lap dances to each others, chug a bottle of hot sauce, that sounds fun.

There was this one that sounds doable enough without having one's dignity on the table.

Hold on. Armamity was Mami.

Mami, huh?

Huuuh...

So Mami had decided to turn up into social media. Wait, scratch that; Mami had decided to turn up into his social media, after all this time.

Come to think about it, when was the last time they talked? About a week ago, maybe? She messaged him to ask about general stuff; "How are you. Whats up. It's been a while." just like any of the things she often mentioned. Anthony would've enjoyed very much to talk about whatever came to her mind. Would have. But then after she was gone for so long, he wasn't so sure if he enjoyed even just being greeted by her, while he knew she was also drifting away slowly. Her texts seemed so rough. Like, it wasn't genuine as it used to. The mood just wasn't real. She just wasn't there anymore. She just changed.

No, hold on; It was Anthony who, after all this time, had been ignoring the fact that she was still somewhere out there, retweeting or liking Instagram posts - ignoring her.

Was Anthony cutting the bridge between them? Sure, he was being cold when she texted him, all the short uninterested replies he sent her; admittedly it wasn't what he used to say to her. Admittedly he did it on purpose. Just so he could show her that he could survive without having all random convo with her. Just so he could show that he didn't need her comfort or her small talk. He didn't need her anymore.

"Oh my God! What happened to your face, Scott!" Coming downstairs, Chrissy pointed out his weary eyes and plumped lips, and the sweat that still lingered. "What have you done boys?!"

"Someone challenged us for a bottle of hot sauce. And we did it." Anthony fussed.

"Hot sauce? What kind a Q&A are you having? You guys look so red and fucked. Are you guys with the vid now?"

"I am. That hot sauce screwed my stomach so hard." Scott scruched his face. "I need a milk, Ty."

"Yeah me too, actually." Tyler tried to shake the spice away from his sense. "Anyway why you down here?"

"A couple of snacks of our own." Chrissy said, shaking the Lays chips she took from the counter. "Hey Tyler, Kelly made some pastries. Where she put that?"

"Oh! Hold on let me find it." Tyler said, grabbing a piece of the small round pastry from the jar. "Here. You should definitely try that, This is good."

"This looks like something I've never tried." Anthony reluctantly took the pinapple tart. "Oh wow. This is some good goodies"

"Can't get anything wrong with some bakery and milk. Hang on, lemme get one more."

"Are you gonna leave some for us?" Chrissy only rolled her eyes when Tyler took a handful and placed them on the coffee table. "Kelly! Tyler's eating all your pastry balls!"

"Whatever, her balls are also mine."

Anthony couldn't help but laughed. "Thought it was another way around."

"I guess it goes both ways."

"Tyler!! Don't you dare!" Came a shrill from the second floor; Kelly leaning against the rail already screaming and blaming to her boyfriend muching so much. "Hey, stop it!"

"I'm sorry I don't think I can stop. This is delicious, actually." Anthony pointed out. "What is this called? Pastry balls?"

"Mami called it a nastar. Basically its a pinapple filled tart thingy. She said it's a classic in her country. She actually gave me the recipe." Kelly let out satisfied grin. "I made it few days ago. Good to know I nailed it - hear the comments? The boys like it."

Tyler realized Kelly was wearing a headset, which he immediately assumed she was on a call. "Are you just talking to Mami?"

"Yep! Face-timing right now - Mami, the boys are down there!"

Even with few feet of height difference, Anthony could see Mami's face very clearly on the screen the moment Kelly angled her phone to them. And when Kelly set the call on speaker, Anthony heard the voice he had never heard of since forever ago. The voice he didn't know he'd longed for. And his heart beat so hard, he started to feel weirdly nervous.

He didn't need her anymore, he said...

That was a whole bunch of bullshit and he knew it.

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