carla

chris

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"jordan, why do you always have to call me at weird hours of the night?"

"fuck. are you drunk?"

"jordan shut the hell up. where are you?"

"i dont have a car, go find a ride home with a friend and stay on the phone with me the whole time, ok?"

"mother of all life on earth, jordan be quiet!!"

"uh thank you? could you pas the phone to chris, was it?"

"cmon jordan hand over the phone"

"of course. now hand the phone to chris"

"im sorry who is this? the dumbass just thrust the phone into my hand and walked out"

"hi. im carla, friend of jordans"

"are you the girl hes on the phone with 24/7?"

"um perhaps?"

"ah its ok, nothing to be embarrassed about... in fact you keep a smile on his face so thank you"

"oh, youre welcome i guess?"

"so what can i do for you"

"are you sober?"

"yes. i dont drink, ever. had one bad phase with it before i swore it off. havent touched a drink in...17 months and 12 days."

"do you mind giving him a ride home? im just...afraid for him"

"of course"

"and could you do me a favor? can you hand him back his phone for a second?"

"sure. give me a minute...he wandered off, im just hoping he didnt get into the edibles"

"shit. me too, that stuff is wack, well in a good way but not for him"

"yup...oh i found him."

"jord, its carla"

"thank you. now can you do me a fav—"

"jordan."

"jordan! um we'll talk about that tomorrow morning ok?"

"go get yourself a glass of water from the tap, dont take any medication for the next 12 hours and stay by chris ok?"

"good job"

"um i wont jordan ok?...listen to chris and follow my directions about drinking water and stuff. we'll talk in the morning. goodnight jordan"