Escaping from her family and the chaos of a Rainault Christmas, Summer slipped into her bedroom — well, the bedroom that had used to be hers — and dialled Tony’s number on her cell phone. Hopefully, he’d hear it, and answer, because she really just needed to talk to someone who wasn’t a member of her family and didn’t have the same ground-in attitudes.
The part where she couldn’t hear the opposing emotions from him echoing inside her head helped too.
Anthony yelled something at his older counterpart that sounded a lot like ‘suck my dick, jackass!’ before he picked up the phone with a slight bite to his voice. “Hello?” The teen echoed over the line, giving Tony the bird as he passed, and trying to calm his emotions. “Sorry if that had a slight bite, hello, who am I speaking to?”
Summer chortled under her breath, flopping down onto her bed and arranging herself comfortably to use the speaker. “Tony, it’s Summer. Who are you talking to?”
“No one important,” he replied, as Tony came into his line of vision and started making faces, causing his annoyance to spike. “Just someone who’s going to find their balls gone tomorrow morning if they don’t knock it the fuck off.”
She laughed harder. “You could go into a room by yourself and lock him out. It’s not much fun to call you up if I only get to listen to you threaten him. Forget him. How was your Christmas?”