Textrovert

"I'm not a stranger."

[Wednesday, May 27, 2020]

Incoming call from Mother ducker

"You hung up on me yesterday."

"Hello to u too."

"You hung up on me. I didn't deserve that."

"I'm fine, thanks for asking. How about you?"

"I hate you."

"I love you enough for the both of us."

"And I hate you enough for the both of us."

"Hmm...what a complicated situation."

"What's gonna be complicated is my plot to murder you."

"Woah. Okay you win this one, smarty pants."

"Keith, no one above the age of ten says that anymore."

"I just did."

"I noticed, dummy."

"And no one says that anymore."

"I just did."

"Okay this is gonna go back and forth unless we stop."

"Okay."

"'Okay let it continue' or 'okay let's stop'?"

"..."

"Just kidding. Wish I could see the unamused look on your face though, I'm sure it's priceless. So anyway what's up? Where are you?"

"Home. You?"

"In my room- and before you ask, no Jake's not here."

"I wasn't gonna ask."

"Uh-huh, sure."

"Okay...I was gonna ask, jeez."

"Hey uh...something crossed my mind the other day and I can't stop wondering about it..."

"What is it?"

"The fact that we could literally pass each other by on the street and we wouldn't recognize one another."

"Huh. You're right."

"Wouldn't that be weird?" 

"Yeah but there's like 0.2% chance of that happening."

"C'mon. We live in the same town! We probably go to the same diner every weekend or something."

"I don't go to a-"

"Or maybe we might sit next to each other in the cinema-"

"I don't go to the cinema either. I prefer-"

"The point is, it's not that far fetched to assume that we could see each other any day now and we wouldn't know it. Man, how sad would that be?"