"Chance?"
"Farah?"
"Are you okay? Did something happen in Boston?"
"Oh, no. I'm just tired of studying and I can't sleep."
"I was studying too. Sorry I've been so busy. School sucks right now."
"We don't have much time to talk anymore."
"I'll make an exception. Let's talk now. I need to stop studying anyway before I blow up my mind."
"Good point."
"How's Harvard?"
"So. Much. To. Do."
"As in work? Do people even party there?"
"I don't know. I haven't been to one yet nor do I want to."
"Eh...but you should have some time for yourself. Jessy stated that you're 'hot as fuck' so...I'm sure there's girls on your tail."
"...I'm not hot as fuck. I'm fabulous."
"Sure you are, Bobby. Sorry to cut it short, but I have to get some sleep. I seriously don't want to look like a zombie at school. Even though that would look cool as fuck. We'll speak soon, alright?"
"..."
"..."
"Alright."