Him | Her | Dylan | Claire | Claire's Father
"He-"
"Stranger!"
"I thought I told you to stay away?"
"Shhhhh."
"Why are you whispering?"
"So that no one knows I'm here?"
"And where is this 'here' exactly?"
"Outside someone's house?"
"And why are you there? Do you know the people who live there?"
"I'm here on business and yes I know them."
"Then shouldn't you be inside the house and not hiding somewhere outside it?"
"Were you happy to hear from me at such an ungodly hour?"
"No."
"Do you think they'll be happy to see me at this time?"
"Good point. Shouldn't you just leave then?"
"No. Like I told you I'm here on business."
"What kind of business?"
"People say karma's a bitch. Well they forgot about me being one too. I'm not going to wait for karma to act up."
"You're on a revenge mission?"
"Yes."
"At five thirty in the morning?"
"Yes."
"Outside someone's house, ready to sneak in?"
"I called you after I snuck out actually."
"So, you're waiting for the person to wake up?"
"Yes."
"Who in their right mind would wake up this early?"
"Either someone like me, who has a revenge mission to accomplish or someone like them who is obsessed with their looks and takes an entire hour and a half to get ready."
"Okay."
"And someone like you too."
"Someone like me?"
"Yeah, someone who's got nothing better to do than attending a random stranger's call."
"I've got loads of stuff to do, you don't have to worry about it."
"I'm sure you do..."
"Why'd you call me anyway."
"I was bored waiting, duh!"
"Am I the only person on your contact list?"
"No."
"Then why would you call me and not someone else?"
"Cuz I'm outside the other person's home? Wouldn't want them to know I'm the one doing this now, would we?"
"Wow. So there are only two people on your contact list?"
"Maybe."
"You need to get a life."
"So do you. I mean you pick up every time I call. It's like you're always doing nothing. By the way why are you even up at this hour?"
"Ice cream?"
"Oh. I want some too now."
"Get some for yourself on the way back home. I'm not sharing."
"I hate you."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Mom! Dad! Emergency! Emergency! Emergency! Help! Help! Help! Someone please help!"
"Yes! She's up. Now shhhhh and have fun."
"Alright then."
"What is it? Why would you wake me up at this hour, and you know your mum's out of town- ahhhhhhhh jesus!"
"Dad!"
"Hahahaha. What- hahah-"
"Dad! You're not supposed to laugh! I hate you ughh."
"Okay okay, I'm sorry. So care to share what happened? Why is your skin blue and hair green?"
"I took a shower dad. I think the shampoo had hair die. And then the towels! Yes! The towels! They had die too. It left this blue colour everywhere on my skin! My face is ruined. And I look so bad with green hair!"
"Hahahaha this is funny!"
"Dad!"
"Okay okay sorry sorry. Why don't you go and shower again. Maybe it'll come off?"
"Okay..."
"Oh and Claire?"
"Yes Daddy?"
"Make sure not to use the same products again. Hahahaha this is hilarious."
"Ugh Dad! I hate you!"
"Oh god this is actually funny. Hahahaha."
"I know right! And the best part is still left."
"There's more?"
"Oh yes. Do you think I'll let her off the hook so easily?"
"Okay remind me not to get on your bad side ever. Hahahaha I can't believe this. This is really funny. Imagine the poor girl. Oh godd."
"Poor? Her? Hah no! She deserves it."
"What did she ever do to you?"
"It's Claire."
"Your best friend?"
"Yes."
"What happened? Is this about her snooping around your father's study?"
"Maybe."
"Dad!"
"What- whoa who are you and what happened to my daughter?"
"Dad! Stop laughing!"
"Jeez okay. So, what happened?"
"I used the other shampoo."
"The new one?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"And? You're seriously asking for that? My hair fell off dad! Look!"
"Oh god. Oh jesus. Hahahaha."
"Dad! Stop laughing. This isn't funny!"
"Okay okay. Mind telling me why are you dressed non-slutty?"
"Non slutty? She dresses like a slut?"
"Not only dresses like one. She is a slut."
"Oh."
"Slut? Dad those are stylish clothes. I'm your daughter you're not supposed to be calling me a slut! And all my clothes except these hideous sweatpants and t-shirts are destroyed. Someone cut holes in half of them dad! And there's this sticky stuff on the rest. Hmph."
"Jeez woman calm down. I'm your father not one of your boy toy's. You're not supposed to be talking to me like this."
"What the hell dad? Boy toy's?"
"I might have found something while you were in the shower."
"Found something? What is it?"
"I'll show you but I want to know something first."
"What is it?"
"I know you sleep around but was it really necessary to film it too?"
"Wha- film? Dad?"
"You did not."
"Oh but I did."
"You're cruel."
"I know. I told you I'm a bitch, didn't I?"
"So now what?"
"Now I'm leaving. And getting myself some ice cream."
"Wow. You're not even sorry?"
"Why should I be? She deserves it."
"You taped her while she was-"
"I might be a bitch but I would never in my life stoop down to that level. I didn't film it."
"You asked the guy to do it for you?"
"I said I would never stoop down to that level, didn't I? Good to know you think so lowly of me though."
"Jeez woman, how'd you get your hands on something like that then?"
"Oh, I heard the guy telling his team mates the last time I uh- visited? the boys changing room. And she is- was my best friend back then. Didn't hesitate to steal it from him. He can't report something like that being stolen thus no one knows who stole it. Even Claire wouldn't suspect me on this."
"You're clever. And hilarious. And I'm sorry."
"Good, you should be."
"Ahm ahmm!"
"Ahhhhhh Dyl! Jeez stop scaring me like this."
"Not my fault you binge eat ice cream every night with the light off sitting on the stairs."
"Is it necessary to scare me every night?"
"Yes. This is what brothers are for."
"Leave me alone Dyl. I don't wanna talk to you."
"Jeez. Someone's grumpy. Wait- you're talking to someone on the phone?"
"What! No! Who would I talk to."
"Sure..."
"Dylan..."
"Okay okay. I'm leaving. I'm leaving. You might want to move somewhere else though. It's almost six and dad would be waking up any minute now."
"Wow. We've been talking for that long now, huh."
"Yeah, didn't even realise it."
"Well I should get going then."
"What about the ice cream?"
"We have an endless supply of ice cream at home, available all the time."
"I'm a little lost for words.."
"So, I'm almost home and I can't really talk on the phone while climbing up a tree. And you need to move somewhere else. Who even sits on the stairs for ice cream?"
"I do. You don't see me questioning your decisions now, do you? Anyways bye bye."
"Bye stranger."
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"Wow she's crazy as hell."