"Hey Bobby."

"The ceiling."

"Hah. I'm just reading. Any good news?"

"That's great, Bobby!"

"Oh? This is just me being fake nice, don't worry Bobby. It's apart of being a bitch."

"Aren't we all?"

"It's my job to be at the top of the charts, Bobby. What else is new?"

"At least we're not that far from each other... New York and Boston."

"But that's better than being thousands of miles away from each other, don't you think?"

"Calm down, Bobby. Are you secretly saying that you'll miss me?"

"I'm only a call away, Chance...It'll be okay."

"Of course I am! Don't make me sad, Bobby. Makes me seem like a girl."

"Or am I? I could've been a guy this whole time. And you'd been played."

"I'm surprised you stayed so long to stay with me, Bobby. I mean, you're two years older than me. You should have some more important things than talking to me."

"...Well, you should fix your eyes on that Jessy girl... I'm sure she's...nicer than me."

"What's so funny?"

"Bobby, she likes you."

"And?"

"...Ooh."

"What's the girl like?"

"Haha. See? I told you I'm not that bad! This girl is worse than me!"

"But she's a lucky girl. She should be glad a dick like you likes her."

"Do you talk a lot?"

"Nice...do you think she's likes you back?"

"Aw! That's lame. Well, I like you, Bobby! And I'm going to miss you."

"You're smiling again."

"...Because I'm happy for you, Chance. I'm glad someone makes you happy."