"So Ronnie, I haven't seen you around much. Did your mom catch you in another dress?" I smirked over the phone.
     "Ugh, shut up, this time my mom thinks i'm doing drugs" He whispered. I swear he's probably hiding in his bathroom so his mom won't know he's on the phone.
     "Are you in the bathroom?" I asked while running my knife over the keyboard of my computer.
     "Uhhh yeah...." He whispered embarrassedly.
     "Haha, ok so why'd she think you're doing drugs were you hiding shit in your room?" I laughed driving the knife into the desk top.
     "No I had this crazy dream that you stabbed me and sucked my blood, and I guess I must have stabbed myself in my sleep or something and I woke up outside my house and so my mom freaked" He described. I laughed again, harder this time.
     "What's so funny?"
     "That is the most fucked up dream I've heard in the last fourty-eight hours" I laughed.
     "I know right! I don't even get why I'm grounded" 
     "Because it would make no sense to your mother"
     "RONNNIE I'M HOME" Ronnie's mom sang out.
     "SHIT!! I gotta go dude" He cursed.