"Hey."

"I'm so stressed. I shouldn't even talk to you right now."

"What's going on?"

"I've got finals this week. I should be studying."

"Ella, come on, I know you. You can do this. You were always way better than me and even I managed to graduate."

"The only thing I'm good at right now is procrastinating."

"Okay, we'll just talk for five more minutes, then I'll hang up and you'll go study."

"You know I'll just find other things to distract me, right?"

"I know. But that way I won't have to blame myself when you fail."

"I'll blame you anyway."

"I saw that coming."

"So what's going on in your life?"

"Not much, same things as always. School, some parties, nothing special."

"You always make it sound so normal, but my life is nothing like that."

"Maybe that's a good thing. You think you're procrastinating? You'll never beat me. For one of my finals, I only started studying the night before I had to take it. It went better than I thought it would, though. And now these parties are keeping me from studying. It's like I know I should do more for school, but it's just so boring."

"Yeah, you never studied much. I was always more worried about you not doing anything than I was about how I was going to do."

"You've got a minute left."

"Way to ruin the moment."

"That's another one of my talents."

"Can't we just keep talking?"

"Nope, I wouldn't want you to fail."

"Ugh, you know, I thought you were less boring."

"Who says that just because I won't let you have fun, it means that I can't have fun either?"

"Now you're just mean."

"That's another way of saying it. Any last words?"

"Hmm, let me think. You're an idiot."

"I'm going to hang up in three, two..."

"Don't."

"One. Bye."