Author’s Note: Okay, I don’t know why I wrote this, but I did. Just a very pointless conversation fic. Let me know what you think. And now back to my eight paper I go. Ciao.

“Rob?”

“Yes, Brad.”

“Do you see something up there?”

“Up where, Brad?”

“Up there where Mike is looking.”

“No, Brad, I don’t see anything.”

“Then what do you think he’s looking at?”

“I don’t know, Brad. Why don’t you ask Mike what he’s looking at?”

“Why do you keep saying my name?”

“I don’t know, Brad. Why do you keep asking me assine questions about what other people are doing?”

“There are days when I really don’t like you.”

“Those are the days I love, because then you don’t talk to me.”

“…… I hate you.”

“I know. Right back at ya.”

“……”

“…….”

“Really though, what the hell is he looking at? He’s been looking at it for like an hour now!”

“Brad, I really don’t know. And I really don’t care. Just go frickin ask him and leave me alone.”

“Damn disgruntled drummer. Not my fault you haven’t gotten laid in months…. Ow! That hurt, asshole!”

“Well that was kind of the point.”

“….”

“….”

“You’re not even going to apologize?”

“…..”

“Rob!”

“Stop whining!”

“Then say you’re sorry.”

“But I’m not.”

“You should be.”

“Well, I’m not sorry for that. But I am sorry for something else.”

“Sorry for what?”

“Sorry for not walking away from your annoying ass in high school!”

“….”

“….”

“…. So, what to you think it is?”

“I quit.”

“Where are you going? Rob? Rob?”

“…..”

“Ugh, fine. Mike?”

“Uh huh.”

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting.”

“Waiting? For what?”

“For you to ask me what I was doing.”

“…..”

“…..”

“You’ve really been sitting there staring at that just so I could ask you what you were doing.”

“Pretty much.”

“Why?”

“Because Rob paid me twenty bucks to do it. Said it would piss you off. Guess he was right.”

“….. I hate this band.”