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By: Jules She sighed into the phone. Loudly. “Someone is in a bad mood.” "Romance is dead." "That's really optimistic." "What! It's the truth." "He didn't call did he?" "No." "Uh-huh...." "But that's not the point." "It's not?" "The point is that we have little romance in our lives today." “What time was he supposed to call?” “8:00.” “So why are you on the phone with me?” “Because.” “Because you didn’t want to feel pathetic waiting by the phone?” “No.” “Uh-huh.” "I'm not." “Sooo....you know....I just flipped the channels and his video is on MTV right now. If you turn on your TV you can catch it. I think it might be some sort of special.” She sighed. Loudly. “You’re supposed to be helping! You know I have no self-control whatsoever when it comes to him and you’re not helping by mentioning his music video. He’s an hour late! I’m supposed to be upset. You’re supposed to be giving some support here.” “What kind of support?” “The kind that I can draw from for the strength to reject him when he calls with a lame excuse.” “RIGHT…Don’t you think you’re being hard on the guy? He probably just got caught up in something.” “It’s our anniversary.” “Oh…he’s going down.” “Now can you please tell me that he’s a horrible boyfriend and that I shouldn’t have to put up with this…” “He’s a horrible boyfriend and you shouldn’t put up with this.” “I can hear the music in the background. How is that supposed to convince me that you think he’s a jerk? You haven’t turned off the music video. ” “Sorry. I’m just wondering why you never got me the hook up with one of his friends. DAMN. Some of these boys are hot….” “Focus.” “Oh right. We’re supposed to be pitying you.” “Exactly.” “So where were we…Romance is dead?” “It’s been six feet under for a while now.” “I’m sure he remembered.” “You’re supposed to be on my side remember?” She sighed. Loudly. “Will you stop sighing?” “I’m supposed to sigh. I’m wallowing in self-pity.” “You took out the ice cream didn’t you?” “Half an hour ago.” “Drastic!” “I know. I’m depressed.” “It’s only been an hour.” “Need I remind you of the anniversary part?” “Oh right.” “The music is still playing.” “I turned it off.” “But I’m hearing music.” “What you’re hearing is the sound of disillusionment. I’m telling you it’s off.” “Then what is that sound?” “No clue.” “Hold on a second…Oh MY GOD.” “What?” “You’ll never believe this!” “What?” “He’s here.” “Who?” “HIM! THEM!” “You lost me.” “He’s brought the group! They’re serenading me from outside... Oh it’s so cute! He’s holding out pink roses. It's so adorable. He knows I love pink roses!” “He’s a horrible boyfriend and you shouldn’t put up with this.” “What?” “I’m giving you that support you needed to reject him remember.” “He’s great isn’t he?” “Romance is dead remember?” “He didn’t forget….” “He’s an hour late.” “I’ll talk to you later.” “I want details.” "Of course." Click. She sighed. Happily. |