[phone] [BACKDATED TO SHORTLY AFTER DAY 2]

[lettertomyfutureself]

That definitely wasn't my idea of a good time... and from what I hear, things are only getting worse. Nursing a bullet wound in my shoulder isn't exactly fun, either, but I think I'm gonna be okay.

Locke and I found something. A disc, CD of some kind. I don't have a player, but I'm gonna guess someone out there does. We're gonna need it if we're going to learn what's on this thing.

... Oh, and Locke? Come over. We need to talk. About stuff...

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[closerthanheaven]

I'm sure you'd love to that, wouldn't you?

You didn't answer my first question.

[lettertomyfutureself]

It's none of your business, anyways.

[closerthanheaven]

Announcing like that makes it anyone's business that might be...listening.

[lettertomyfutureself]

No it doesn't. You're just saying that because you're a gossip hound.

[closerthanheaven]

I'm hurt that you'd say that. Since you're avoiding the question so well, allow me to wager a guess: a new boyfriend, is it?

[lettertomyfutureself]

Ugh... Can you PLEASE not ride my case over this? It's weird right now... I thought I was gonna die, so I kissed him.

[closerthanheaven]

What a reasonable reaction. But what that really so hard to tell me?

[lettertomyfutureself]

Dude, it's you. If you had a clone, even you wouldn't just blurt stuff out to yourself.

[closerthanheaven]

...

[Okay, maybe she had a point.]

And how do you know that? Maybe I'd want to share with myself. [He sounds not entirely assured.]

[lettertomyfutureself]

Yeah. Right. Whatever.

Anyways, he's coming over, so you need to make yourself scarce. And don't bug Rin, either.

[closerthanheaven]

Heather, you aren't really telling me what to do, are you?

[lettertomyfutureself]

Yes, I am! I want this to not suddenly turn any more awkward than it already is and you've got awkward written all over you!

[closerthanheaven]

Just for that, I'm not going anywhere. I'm afraid you've dug your own grave for this one.

[lettertomyfutureself]

OH MY GOD, VINCENT! I will force you out at gunpoint if I have to!

[closerthanheaven]

I know you won't shoot me, so that threat won't get you very far.

[lettertomyfutureself]

I spent all day yesterday after work in a desert ghost town being SHOT at, okay? I am NOT in the mood for your shit!

[closerthanheaven]

Not much of a ghost town if you're being shot at, is it?

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[lettertomyfutureself]

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[lettertomyfutureself]

Fine. Whatever. But I reserve the right to beat you senseless if you screw this up.

[closerthanheaven]

[The smuggest look.]

How could I possibly "screw it up" worse than you did by initiating it?

[lettertomyfutureself]

I know you well enough by now to know that you'd find a way.

[closerthanheaven]

I'm sure you think that. [He can find ways, yes, but admit to it? Hell no.]

[lettertomyfutureself]

Whatever, the point is...

Please, don't mess this up for me. -A different approach.- I'll owe you one, alright? Just... try and be scarce.

[closerthanheaven]

[Well, well, this might actually work. For a brief moment, Vincent's look softens.]

Alright, alright. I'll try.

[lettertomyfutureself]

Good. I owe you a burger.