Survival Of The Fittest

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

"...Hello?"

"Hey Dad, it's me, Abel. I-"

"Oh, Abel!"

"Yeah... heh... sorry, I was gonna call earlier but my phone died. I'm borrowing Jonah's right now."

"Oh, okay. Okay. That's okay. So where are you now? Are you in DC yet?"

"Yeah, we literally just got to the hotel. Haven't even had a chance to unpack yet."

"Haha, awesome. You did good."

"Than-"

"So-"

"..."

"..."

"...Sorry, you go first."

"Sorry uh... yeah, so what do you think?"

"Of DC? It's rad!"

"That's it?"

"Yeah, sorry, I just... I don't know yet. I'm excited, but I think I'm gonna save the wandering around for tomorrow. I'm beat, heh."

"I'm excited for you. Lemme know how the bars and the DC women are."

"I'm 18."

"And?"

"I don't think Amber would like that."

"She don't gotta know."

"Heh, all right, maybe. Anyway, I need to go; I think Jonah's giving me a death glare. Can you let Mom know I made it, too?"

"Haha, fine, fine. I'll let you go. Make sure to call her when you can, though, yeah?"

"I will."

"...Thank you for calling me. I really... I really appreciate it."

"I know."

"I love you."

"Love you too. Bye."

"Bye."

Beep.