JAKE: (Cell rings) Dad, what's up? It's late.
AMIR: Nope. Just me.
JAKE: (sighs) How?
AMIR: What? I switched our names in your phonebook so that when I called, you'd pick up.
JAKE: At least you're getting smarter. Still annoying. Smarter.
AMIR: Wow, Jakey, almost midnight, you're still awake?
JAKE: I-uh, yeah.
AMIR: Yeah, well, I stay up every night until 5, so. (high pitched) Whateva!
JAKE: That's not enough sleep.
AMIR: Stupid. I'm just wearing frozen turkey meatballs on my finger because I injured it.
JAKE: OK, goodnight.
AMIR: Wait! Aren't you going to ask why?
JAKE: Why--
AMIR: 'Cause I injured it.
JAKE: --do you keep calling me?
AMIR: I mean, athletes do it all the time. What's the big deal? It's called 'Athletes do it'.
JAKE: Bye.
AMIR: All the time.
JAKE: Hanging up.
AMIR: Ugh, what happens when you hang up?
JAKE: You just call me back.
AMIR: Right, so.
JAKE: I could turn off my phone.
AMIR: Ugh, if you do that, then I have to get to work early tomorrow and rearrange all the folders on your computer and it takes you forever to find everything; why don't we just talk like normal people and we'll end the conversation naturally, with both of us still falling asleep but on the phone. What's the big deal?
JAKE: If you like me, if you respect me, don't you just want to be nice to me? Maybe, in time, I could learn to be your friend.
AMIR: ...(laughs) No, I thought you were serious.
JAKE: (places phone by head, closes eyes)
AMIR: What do you want to talk about? Oh! I learned how to yell extra loud today. The trick is not to stop when you feel a burning sensation in your throat, ready? . . . Jake.
THE END.
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