“Hello, can I speak to Charlie please.”
”He’s at…*football practice* dear.” She said it like it was still an alien concept.
”Oh I see.”
”Who’s calling?”
”Jamie…Brent”
”Oh Jamie, hello dear.” Jamie smiled, he used to get along well with Charlie’s parents. He wondered what they thought of their son’s recently discovered talents and interest in football and girls. “You haven’t called round for an awful long time. We wondered what had happened to you.” Jamie wondered if they were just being polite, and really knew that their muscle-head son was about as likely to hang out with Jamie Brent these days, as he was get an A in a maths paper.
“No, we don’t speak very much anymore.”
”He only just left for practice, you might still catch him. Do you have his cell phone number? All his friends seem to ring him on that these days. He’s barely at home for five minutes these days, you see”
”I don’t suppose you’ve got the number for that?”
“Sup?”
“Oh hello. It’s Jamie”
”Jamie? Who the fuck’s that?” Obviously if you didn’t play in a sports-team, Charlie didn’t remember you anymore.
”Jamie Brent?”
There was a long pause. Then finally, a little quieter “You took the pill?”