carla

————————————————

"

"jesus christ jordan. i got a week of silence of you and your butt dials. but now youre calling me at like two in the morning. you realize i sleep."

"who said we're friends, again?"

"are you sure? that doesnt sound like something i would say...honestly at this point i am too tired to deal with your bullshit"

"dont apologize. i might as well talk to you, jordan"

"so what were you saying before? something about genocide?"

"do you want to tell me about it or?"

"jordan. just say what you want to say."

"wow thats terrible"

"i get that. obviously im not armenian or anything but i understand the need to do the right thing. can i tell you a story. its a little off top-"

"its the story of my parents. my mother is Venezuelan and my father is german but lived in Venezuela for most of his life. as you know the economic and political situation there well sucks. i hear stories about how people of my own country eat garbage and live in the dark, scared, for days on end. my heart wrenches when i hear that. and it upsets me that the US wont do anything to help the Venezuelan people. my people. so i understand that feeling of feeling helpless."

"hello?"

"...."

"for that i do not have an answer for you jordan."

"ha. you mean in a couple years? i think an environmental scientist. what about you mr. jordan?"

"those are two very different things"

"yes. yes it would"

"..."

"i only yawned! i dont mind staying up."

"hehe goodmorning jordan."

———————————

oops im late. also this was one of my favorite chapters to write!! i know its a little choppy in some places but just not to get political or anything but yes. i wrote that.

-lila