SMS to 556-685-233.

[SMS - 556-685-233 (Leo)]
Do you live far from the Monte Cristo? I need to pee badly and I can't walk in those heels.

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556-390-695 - Cat's number

[SMS - 556-390-695 (Cat)]
Yes. Find a bush or something.

[SMS - 556-685-233 (Leo)]
It's fine, I peed in the boys bathroom like a lady.

[CALL to 556-685-233 (Leo)]

[CALL - 556-685-233 (Leo)]
Hello?

[CALL FROM 556-390-695(Cat)]

[CALL - 556-390-695(Cat)]
It's late, Gallagher. Go to bed.

[CALL - 556-685-233 (Leo)]
You're rude. And by the way, you are drunk.

And why didn't you kissed me? I was barely breathing down your neck. I want you to kiss me. But not right now, my breath smells like a horse french kissed me and made out with a whale right before.

[CALL - 556-390-695(Cat)]
Sure, kitten. I'm drunk.

Just so you know, i'm recording this conversation so you may never forget it. I won't let you.

[CALL - 556-685-233 (Leo)]
Won't let me what? Kiss you or forget? You sound confuses biscuit. And how can you record me? I'm at a bar, idiot. There's no way you can hear me if you're really, really far away from the Monte Cristo.

[CALL - 556-390-695(Cat)]
Right. I thik it might be time to stop drinking and go home. Are you going to be ok?

[CALL - 556-685-233 (Leo)]
Ugh. You're so boring! I can never do stuff. "Cat no, Cat stop, Cat you need to stop doing that, Cat don't.
I'm not five anymore Leo, if I don't remember where I live or how to walk, I'm gonna be a lady and get a one night stand. Not like you care since you don't want to go in my pants... mister... FANCYPANTS! I'm hilarious, someone give me an oscar!!!
I'll be fiiinnnneeeee.

[CALL - 556-390-695(Cat)]
Ok, great. Just do whatever you want. You won't catch me care again. In fact, we don't have to talk at all. Have a great night.

[END OF PHONE CALL]

[SMS - 556-685-233 (Leo)]
It's the Mister Fancypants, isn't it?

[SMS - 556-685-233 (Leo)]
Fine. I won't call you that again. But geez, you're so rude, you know that? Like get in line to HANG THE FUCKING PHONE TO MY FACE. THIS IS NOT NICE BISCUIT. NOT NICE. I'm rolling my eyes REALLY HARD at you. Just letting you know that. Now, if you don't mind, I will go lie that ass of mine in mi bed.

[SMS - 556-390-695(Cat)]
That might be the smartest thing you've said tonight. Sweet dreams, and try not to get murdered on your way home. I mean, I'd kinda feel responsible.

[SMS - 556-685-233 (Biscuit)]
...............
Do you.... want to kill me?

[SMS - 556-390-695(Cat)]
No, Cat, that's not what I meant... Are you sure you're going to make it home ok?

[SMS - 556-685-233 (Biscuit)]
You said you don't care. So why you asking sweetie pie?

[SMS - 556-390-695(Cat)]
Told you, I'd feel bad if I saw your face on the news tomorrow.

[SMS - 556-685-233 (Biscuit)]
Oh please, you need to decide if you like or not. This is embarrassing, even for you biscuit.

[SMS - 556-390-695(Cat)]
I really don't know what you're expecting from me...

[SMS - 556-685-233 (Biscuit)]
To be honest, I don't even know myself. I'm not sure I still love you. The bomb exploded, and what's left is pieces. Two years have passed since then. I changed. More than you can imagine. And so have my feelings towards you.

[SMS - 556-685-233 (Biscuit)]
I will regret this tomorrow morning but, fuck.

[SMS - 556-390-695(Cat)]
Looks like you've sobered up.

[SMS - 556-390-695(Cat)]
But isn't that a good thing? That your feelings have changed? It's better this way. Easier.

[SMS - 556-685-233 (Biscuit)]
I still can write pretty great shit while I'm drunk, just saying.

[SMS - 556-685-233 (Biscuit)]
Is it really though? You said you liked me... I don't want it to hurt you the way it hurted me. I don't want anyone to feel this way, ever. And what are we without complications? Also, love is a strong word. There's always a part of me that likes you and wants you. But I don't know... It doesn't feel like love. Not what they describe in the books at least.

[SMS - 556-685-233 (Biscuit)]
And I'm starting to get used to the idea of being alone 'till I die. Because obviously, who would like someone like me. Hahahaha. I can't even fucking walk with heels. I deserve to spend my life alone.

[SMS - 556-390-695(Cat)]
I agree. It feels like whatever is between us is based solely on miscommunication an arguments. That's not what love is about.

[SMS - 556-390-695(Cat)]
Don't say that. You'll find the right person eventually, you're way too fucking young to be thinking that way. You don't need some asshole to hold you back anyways.

[SMS - 556-685-233 (Biscuit)]
Then what is it about, Leo?

[SMS - 556-685-233 (Biscuit)]
Young? Geez, open your goddamn eyes, I'm 24. People start having a family at my age. And we both know by asshole ou mean Reye. You never liked him.

[SMS - 556-390-695(Cat)]
Are you seriously asking me to explain a concept  that was thoroughly discussed by poets and philosophers since the dawn of time without ever any sort of common answer found to you? By text? In the middle of the night?

[SMS - 556-390-695(Cat)]
Let's start with mutual respect, communication, trust and safety. We never had any of that, did we?

[SMS - 556-390-695(Cat)]
Oh please. I'm 30 and I don't even have my shit together. Relax, you have plenty of time.

[SMS - 556-390-695(Cat)]
And by asshole I mean the majority of the male population of the earth, really.

[SMS - 556-685-233 (Biscuit)]
The heart is not capable of loving, by the way. I'm a doctor, remember? Love is a concept. I don't think it exist. Because if it does, well, I've been in love with a nut job for the past four years.

[SMS - 556-685-233 (Biscuit)]
Scratch safety because I could kill with those heels and you with your beautiful eyes. Communication, it depends. I like the sort where you use your tongue for other thing than talking, and you seemed to like that very much while undressing me, if I recall. And please, respect? Who have respect those days.

[SMS - 556-685-233 (Biscuit)]
Well, I'm a doctor. So I guess my shit are together. Still no 'love'.

[SMS - 556-685-233 (Biscuit)]
Majority not including you of course. Jealous much?