| Her | | Claire | Claire's Father

"Stranger!"

"Shhhhh."

"So that no one knows I'm here?"

"Outside someone's house?"

"I'm here on business and yes I know them."

"Were you happy to hear from me at such an ungodly hour?"

"Do you think they'll be happy to see me at this time?"

"No. Like I told you I'm here on 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."

"Yes."

"Yes."

"I called you after I snuck out actually."

"Yes."

"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."

"And someone like you too."

"Yeah, someone who's got nothing better to do than attending a random stranger's call."

"I'm sure you do..."

"I was bored waiting, duh!"

"No."

"Cuz I'm outside the other person's home? Wouldn't want them to know I'm the one doing this now, would we?"

"Maybe."

"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?"

"Oh. I want some too now."

"I hate you."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Mom! Dad! Emergency! Emergency! Emergency! Help! Help! Help! Someone please help!"

"Yes! She's up. Now shhhhh and have fun."

"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!"

"I know right! And the best part is still left."

"Oh yes. Do you think I'll let her off the hook so easily?"

"Poor? Her? Hah no! She deserves it."

"It's Claire."

"Yes."

"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?"

"Not only dresses like one. She is a slut."

"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?"

"Oh but I did."

"I know. I told you I'm a bitch, didn't I?"

"Now I'm leaving. And getting myself some ice cream."

"Why should I be? She deserves it."

"I might be a bitch but I would never in my life stoop down to that level. I didn't film it."

"I said I would never stoop down to that level, didn't I? Good to know you think so lowly of me though."

"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."

"Good, you should be."

"Wow. We've been talking for that long now, huh."

"Well I should get going then."

"We have an endless supply of ice cream at home, available all the time."

"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?"

"Bye stranger."

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