"HAPPY BIRTHDAY FARAH!!!"
"You seriously called at twelve?"
"Yup!"
"Thank you...for everything. You sent me flowers."
"They'll die eventually but you're welcome...HOW'S IT LIKE BEING SEVENTEEN?"
"GREAT! I FEEL...GROWN UP. Which is exactly what I felt when I was ten."
"Honestly, I still feel like I'm like twelve."
"We suck."
"Yeah."
"When I went downstairs earlier, I thought the flowers were from my dad to my step mom but she said it was for me and I was like...MY BOYFRAND IS SO SWEET. YAS."
"Step mom? Are you two on good terms?"
"...Eh. We walked for a while...she was a little 'hurt' that I didn't tell her that I was dating. But it's getting easier to tolerate her...she was hammering me with questions though."
"About?"
"You...I told her the basic stuff. His name is Chance...goes to college...eighteen...in love with me...really fucking hot...AND HE WAS COMPLETELY FREE. ORDER NOWWWW."
"I'M SOLD OUT."
"SORRY LADIES. NO REFUNDS. He's all mine."
"Possessive, are we?"
"You know it...Oh! I forgot that I told her one last thing."
"What?"
"That we have a child."
"OH GOD. THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE KEPT SECRET."
"I KNOW. I KNOW. IT JUST SLIPPED."
"HAVE YOU TOLD HER THAT OUR BABY IS IN PRISON?"
"Or course not! That'll be too much to handle."
"...Haha."
"You played along."
"It made you smile, didn't it?"
"You're literally the best."
"DUH."