Billie: Max.
Billie: Maaaaaaaaax
Max: WHAT!!!!!!
Billie: could you PLEASE get your phone? i'm trying to sort my stuff here and you know i need extreme concentration
Max: can't you just- slam it against the wall or something? i'm drawing.
Billie: just pick up your phone girl it's as hard as taking a couple of steps
[door slams open] [quick angry steps]
Max: you know what? i'm picking it up. but not because you told me so.
Billie: sure, it's over there. um. are you trying to drive someone insane? because it sounds like it
Max: i am. Randy's been a complete bitch these days and won't leave me alone.
Billie: all this just for that punk wannabee rat man? Oh my god you could've told me sooner so i can have an excuse to dislike him coming over.
Max sighs
Max: …
Billie: …soooo
Max: shit
Billie: shit?
Max: it wasn't Randy. It's Lucas
Max: i completely forgot to text him back
Max groans
Max: --and Randy junk. Told you.
Billie: i don't see you texting him back
Max: Randy? eh, i'm calling him later.
Billie: you know which one i'm talking about, boy
Max: yeah, yeah…
Max: …nooot now.
Billie: just like that??
Max: i just think he can handle himself! c'mon, he's a big boy, not a whiny little baby.
Billie: hmm that's something Elsa would hate to hear
Max: oh come ON!! I'm just kidding! besides, I'm… doing other stuff
Billie: if that's not the shittiest thing you've said this week
Max: he knows me. nothing has changed since the last time we saw each other
Billie: man i sure hope so!
Billie: hey are you doing something tonight? thought we could reschedule tommorrow's movie night.
Max: i am, actually. you can stick along tho
Billie: no thanks. i'm playing Titania Summerdream in like three months and i need to get eerie and whimsical soon.
Max: what does that have to do with anything?
Billie: the proccess! it's theatre babe.