I hang up the phone at 11:23, smiling, and open the drawer of my bedside table, pulling out my iPod and scrolling to the newest album of Good Charlotte, laying down on my bed and turning the music up to drown out all the lovely and loud noises of a large family in the night time.
"Peanuts."
"Butter."
"Toast."
"Bagels."
"Cream cheese."
"Blue cheese dressing."
"Ranch."
"Cows."
"Milk."
"Chocolate."
"Vanilla."
"White."
"Weddings."
"Cake."
"Cookies."
"Chocolate chips."
"...um..."
"You can't think! The first thing that comes to mind!"
"Sorry! Um...candy."
"Halloween."
"Costumes."
"Pirates."
"Johnny Depp."
"Old men."
"Hey!"
"Don't interrupt! First thing that comes to mind!"
"...math teachers."
"Glasses."
"Contacts."
"...hm..."
"No thinking!"
"Cat-eyes."
"Cat-eyes?"
"You turn!"
"Dogs."
"Bones."
"Archeology."
"Dinosaurs."
"First grade."
"Pilgrims."
"Turkey."
"Stuffing."
"Teddy bears."
"Nightmares."
"Kidnappers."
"White vans."
"Paparazzi."
"Magazines."
"Nail polish."
"Girls." Amber laughs, "Boys."
"Me."
"Annoying."
"You."
"Beautiful."
"Conceited."
"You."
"Hot."
"Johnny Depp."
"You can't repeat."
"Fine. Orlando Bloom."
"...Pirates of the Caribbean."
"Keira Knightley."
"Angelina Jolie."
"...really?"
"Keep it going."
"Brad Pitt."
"Ugly."
"Gorgeous."
"Megan Fox."
"Shia Labeouf."
"Transformers."
"Stupid."
"Smart."
"School."
"Apples."
"Seeds."
"Peanuts."
"OHHHH!!!" we both yell in unison, pointing at each other and laughing. Stacy stumbles down the stairs with her un-school-like bag and looks at us, "What are you guys doing?"
"Playing Next Word That Comes to Mind."
"Is it called that?"
"I don't know."
"When are we going?"
"Now."
"Then let's go already."
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