[MM] 2.4.1 l Oh, honestly!
[Sam, likes_cameras, used with permission and love.]
"It's August 20th, Devon."
He blinked, once, realizing he hadn't checked the caller ID before picking up the phone. Had he, he might not have picked it up. Glancing over at Sam, Devon found himself rolling his eyes. Sam raised his eyebrows as Devon realized who it was.
"I know what day it is."
"It's been three months."
"Since June? I know that," he said snarkily. Sam furrowed his brow and sat back on the arm of the couch.
"Since we've spoken."
"Mom," Devon whined. "What is your point?"
"Are you coming or not?" she asked suddenly.
"Was I supposed to be?" he asked, still in sane land. He wondered how much coffee his mother had had before picking up the phone.
"Oh, honestly, Devon. To the wedding," she corrected. "You know to what."
That was what this was about? Devon sighed. Sam shifted his weight and rested a hand on his own knee.
"Of course, Mom," Devon said.
"Well, how was I supposed to know?" she asked. "I didn't receive an R.S.V.P." Devon scoffed, walking over to the counter. Sam shrugged off his coat. The movie would have to wait.
"Mom, we sent in the -" But he stopped, his hand now on the R.S.V.P note. "R.S.V.P." he finished, holding it up. "We sent it in weeks ago." Lie. "It must have gotten lost. We can send another one."
She made an incomprehensible noise that could only be described as a 'humph' as Devon set the note down.
"Well, good. I'm glad."
"Me too, Mom." With that, the line went dead. "How much money for that call to have been dropped and not just my cheek hanging up on her subconsciously." Sam made his way over to Devon and put a hand on his shoulder. "Movie?" he asked, tipping his head back.
"Movie," Sam said.
"It's August 20th, Devon."
He blinked, once, realizing he hadn't checked the caller ID before picking up the phone. Had he, he might not have picked it up. Glancing over at Sam, Devon found himself rolling his eyes. Sam raised his eyebrows as Devon realized who it was.
"I know what day it is."
"It's been three months."
"Since June? I know that," he said snarkily. Sam furrowed his brow and sat back on the arm of the couch.
"Since we've spoken."
"Mom," Devon whined. "What is your point?"
"Are you coming or not?" she asked suddenly.
"Was I supposed to be?" he asked, still in sane land. He wondered how much coffee his mother had had before picking up the phone.
"Oh, honestly, Devon. To the wedding," she corrected. "You know to what."
That was what this was about? Devon sighed. Sam shifted his weight and rested a hand on his own knee.
"Of course, Mom," Devon said.
"Well, how was I supposed to know?" she asked. "I didn't receive an R.S.V.P." Devon scoffed, walking over to the counter. Sam shrugged off his coat. The movie would have to wait.
"Mom, we sent in the -" But he stopped, his hand now on the R.S.V.P note. "R.S.V.P." he finished, holding it up. "We sent it in weeks ago." Lie. "It must have gotten lost. We can send another one."
She made an incomprehensible noise that could only be described as a 'humph' as Devon set the note down.
"Well, good. I'm glad."
"Me too, Mom." With that, the line went dead. "How much money for that call to have been dropped and not just my cheek hanging up on her subconsciously." Sam made his way over to Devon and put a hand on his shoulder. "Movie?" he asked, tipping his head back.
"Movie," Sam said.