Look, Berry. I'm about as subtle as a trainwreck. If I wants something, I'm not going to beat around the bush about it. So, knowing your namby-pamby-ways, you're probably asking the wrong person.
[ There's a slight pause, as Santana lowers her phone away from her ear and pulls up the community as he suggests. At first, nothing seems out of the ordinary, but then -- ]
Hey, you're not answering your phone... which means maybe you're probably having birthday sex right now. [Sam laughs.] Just kidding. Anyway, just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. Dunno how you're spending your day but I hope you're not alone otherwise I will personally come to your house and bug you. But I'm sure you've got better things to do than hang out with me, so... yeah. That's all I wanted to say. Have a nice day, Santana. Bye.
[ She's... Actually really touched that he remembered the date, especially given all the drama that went down last year before, during, and after their sham of a relationship.
Her finger hovers over the callback button as she inwardly debates with herself. After a long moment she cancels out of the menu and starts composing a simple text as well. ]
Thanks|
[ Ugh, shit. Why does she even care? ... Biting her lip, she cancels out the menu once more and quickly hits "call" before she can change her mind yet again. ]
[Sam's in the middle of playing video games with Finn (if you think it's all they do all day, it is) when he hears his cellphone buzz. He sees it's Santana calling and looks surprised about her calling him back. He thinks about putting Santana on speakerphone so he can carry on playing Call of Duty since Finn is being a douche and refuses to pause the game, but maybe she doesn't want Finn to overhear whatever she has to say so he leaves the room to accept her call.]
She told u sue kicked her off the cheerios right? Mr shoe thought it would b a gd idea to do another britney week 2 get her motivated again. U know when britney spears had her breakdown? Picture that but with cheetos and orange soda. Thats ur girlfriend.
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[text] and yet she keeps bringing it up... ohoho
[text] OF COURSE she keeps bringing it up :|a bitter rachel is bitter
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Right.
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[phonecall.]
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What do you want?
[phonecall.]
Hi to you too, Santana. Em..did you check the community lately? It would be a good idea to do it.
[phonecall.]
Oh Jesus fucking Christ.
[phonecall.]
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[call]
Her finger hovers over the callback button as she inwardly debates with herself. After a long moment she cancels out of the menu and starts composing a simple text as well. ]
Thanks|
[ Ugh, shit. Why does she even care? ... Biting her lip, she cancels out the menu once more and quickly hits "call" before she can change her mind yet again. ]
[call]
Hey. What's up?
[call]
[ A slight, awkward pause. She licks her lips and rolls her eyes to the ceiling, inwardly cursing her own stupidity. ]
... Thanks.
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[text] a day later - she's text-speaking now too, college has worsened her haha
[text] nothing is as bad as sam asking what a debate is
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