“Hello there,” I say into the mouthpiece with a grin, wondering if Shane can hear it in my tone.

“Hey *****, just checking in, did you get in alright?”

“Yep, just got in about fifteen minutes ago, actually am in the middle of a shower though.” I try not to sound as suggestive as that comes out.

“Oh, really now?” Her tone is laced with intrigue.

“Yes, but it’s alright. When I get electrocuted make sure to sue Motorola, you can name it Carmen Mobile.”

She chuckles and clears her throat, “Nah, you need sleep, I’m just wondering if you know what tomorrow is.”

“Tomorrow is the twenty fourth day of the twelfth month of the year two-thousand-five.”

“Thank you, wise *****.”

“You’re welcome.”

“No, but seriously, tomorrow is Bette and Tina’s, did you remember?”

“Of course, Shane.” Of course I didn’t. I had so much going on with gigs and interning and buying presents. Okay, maybe not buying presents but definitely gigs. I spent the last two nights perfecting what I was going to play and mix for Milk that I had completely forgotten to buy presents.

“You don’t sound so sure.” She teases, but she’s dead on as usual.

“Okay, okay. I confessI haven’t had time to even get anything to wear, and I’ll need to pick something up for Bette and Tina, that’s just what’s right.”

“I knew it, C. Listen, I’ll pick you up early tomorrow and we’ll brave Rodeo together. Sound good?”

“Sounds great, I need to finish my shower though, it’s getting chilly.”

Shane chuckles and clears her throat, “okay, see you in the morning, be ready.”

“I will.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, Shane.”

She’s so cute sometimes; it reminds me of being back in high school. I finish my shower though and towel off, quickly making my way into my room. It’s a modest little space just to the right of the bathroom. My walls are covered in bands and pictures; friends, places, postcards, it’s rather busy. My desk is cluttered with CDs and my trusty laptop which I use for mixing and I run my fingers over my Roxio turn tables, which allow me to actually scratch and burn while being attached to my computer. It’s a nice thing to have. I drop the towel and go to my dresser, extracting a long t-shirt and a pair of boy shorts. That’s all I really need. Crawling beneath my purple comforter I feel my lids close immediately and I fall asleep before I can even turn the lights off.