DOUG: Doug nestled his phone in between his ear and his shoulder as he listened to the ringing begin on the other end. He usually talked on the phone if he could on the drive back to Hollow Creek because it took so long to get there. Well ok, it was only an hour away and if he played his cards right sometimes it only took him about forty-five minutes--time best spent on the phone than listening to the radio that always replayed the same songs.

DEE: Dee always had her phone on her person--usually kept within her back pocket and on vibrate so it didn't annoy people. Her phone immediately began buzzing against her ass and she jumped up to retrieve it. 'DOUGIEDOO' it read on the glow-in-the-dark screen. She pressed the phone to her ear as she answered it. "Hey Dougiedoo," she cooed at him.

DOUG: "Stop calling me that. What are you doing?"

DEE: The distinct sound of crunching could be heard from her end. "I am... eating doritos."

DOUG: Doug grinned into his phone. "Are you sure it's not pie?"

DEE: A pause. "Yep, I'm sure. Pie doesn't crunch."

DOUG: A very unconvincing, forced laugh follows. After a pause Doug launches in at her. "Why are you writing about drugs online? Are you trying to get arrested?"

DEE: Dee groans into the phone. He had to get on her case every time they talked, didn't he? "Who's going to arrest me?"

DOUG: He was so used to the groan that he ignored it as if he hadn't heard it at all. "Um, the police? Just because you are no longer a minor doesn't mean it's not illegal still. And that goes on your permanent record, Dee."

DEE: "God, Doug--You are such a pussy! Everybody in this town knows what goes on and they don't do shit. I'm not going to get caught."

DOUG: "It isn't supposed to be about getting caught, Dee. Why do you even do it? It isn't like you're stressed because you aren't doing anything."

DEE: "I--what?" How did this turn to her? It was so ridiculous. "Doug, why do you care so much? Just chill."

DOUG: Doug made a face of disbelief but of course she couldn't see it. "What? Why would I not care--you're my sister. And you said you'd go to school and you aren't. Would you like to be stuck here forever working in the diner like Derek?"

DEE: Delilah felt a pang of guilt--and then annoyance. Sure, she'd said she'd go, but who needed to go to school? She didn't need that in order to feel a sense of fulfillment. Dee made a humming sound into the phone. "What's up with Lucas? Why's he being so emo?"

DOUG: Doug grunted. He hated the fact that he never got any sort of point across to either of his siblings. And that he always allowed them to ignore the subject when they decided they'd had enough. Sighing, Doug said, "I don't know. He hasn't said anything to me yet." Which was true, though Doug had a feeling he knew what was going on.

DEE: "You're no help at all," Delilah snorted into the phone with a discernible note of annoyance. "So what's this concert thing of yours going to be like? If it's lame I'm not going." A lie, of course, for Dee would always support her brother, no matter how dorky he was.

DOUG: "I wasn't created to be helpful, I was created to piss you off." Which was probably what his siblings always thought of him. "It is a talent show. It is going to be so lame that you will try and--" he was going to say 'kill yourself' until the news came into his mind and he decided that would be stupid to say. "It's a bunch of college people pretending they have talent. I'm required to do it. I'll probably be the only one there who is any good. It might be funny if nothing else."

DEE: "Hmm." Delilah crumped up the bag of chips and threw them at the end of her bed. She'd clean it up later. "Well. Am I bringing Lucas?"

DOUG: "Yeah. Tell him he has no choice." Doug thought for a second. "That is if he is still being a bitch." A pause. "Have you read anything lately? Have you done anything besides smoke and complain about your weed dealer?"

DEE: "Fuck you," was the immediate response. "Of course I have. I watched the monster marathon." Dee hesitated, wondering if she should tell Doug about her dream. She decided yes. "I had a bad dream after it."

DOUG: Doug's face contorted at once. "Yeah? What about?"

DEE: Dee sighed. "That girl." Hopefully Doug wasn't such an idiot, and he would know which girl she meant.

DOUG: Doug was quiet for a while. "Did... did you know her at all?" It was possible since Dee graduated a little while ago, but Doug didn't recognize her name when he heard it on the news.

DEE: "Not really. We had psych together."

DOUG: "What happened... in the dream?"

DEE: "We had sex." She laughed. "Just kidding. Um. Well. I saw her die."

DOUG: Doug almost laughed, but considering the subject, he turned it into a cough. "Like how they said it happened in the news?" He wasn't sure what that even meant, but it seemed like the right thing to ask.

DEE: "I--did the news say?" Dee didn't know, all she knew was what was in her dream.

DOUG: "Uh, yeah. They said she slit her wrists." Doug paused and then, "You didn't hear that on TV?"

DEE: "No?" Delilah had been stunned at the initial news, she didn't pay much attention to the words following it. "That's funny. I mean not funny but weird. It's just weird."

DOUG: "So that's what you dreamed then? That she cut her wrists in the bathroom?"

DEE: "Well yeah." A moment's pause before she continued. "I don't wanna talk about it anymore."

DOUG: Doug shrugged. "You probably just heard someone talk about it and don't remember. Probably because you smoke too much pot. It's eating your memory cells."

DEE: "Fuck you, Douglas," she snapped. Her tone was irritable--and why not? This was serious. And there was nothing wrong with her memory.

DOUG: "Sorry," though he didn't sound it. "You're the one who didn't want to talk about it anymore. I was changing the subject."

DEE: "Fucking insulting me isn't changing the subject." There was definitely a note of hurt in there. Dee didn't like it when he implied she was stupid or otherwise impaired because she smoked all the time.

DOUG: Doug sighed as he pulled up to a stoplight. "I didn't mean it like that, Dee." Why did she get angry like that so randomly?

DEE: "Yeah, I'll bet you didn't." Doug could be so insensitive sometimes. What an ass. "How far away are you? Dad wants to know because Mom's going crazy. You'd think you've been gone for years or something."

DOUG: "I've still got forty minutes to go. It is rush hour so there's more traffic. Is she making dinner?"

DEE: "You bet. Before you called she kept popping in and asking me what I thought you wanted." The sound of Dee flicking her lighter on and off could be heard in the background. "I told her you wanted pie."

DOUG: Doug smirked. "Good. Mom will make sure I get my pie. Hopefully she won't let you two have any at all. Serves you right."

DEE: "Hey, I'm helping you out. You would have come home to NO PIE if I hadn't said anything. So you should be grateful." She made a hmph-like sound.

DOUG: "I will be grateful to you when you actually start acting like a normal nineteen year old and leave your parents' house for good."

DEE: "What's that mean, then?"

DOUG: "Well most kids jump ship as soon as they graduate and you act like Hollow Creek holds a world of opportunities for you. You don't ever plan on leaving?" He was being hypocritical since he hadn't exactly run far away from home himself nor did he really want to.

DEE: "Someday." Why bother worrying about the future?

DOUG: Doug was going to ask her something random, like if she wanted to go on a road trip or something, but instead he just said, "I guess I'll talk to you when I get home."

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