Work Text:
[A brief, tuneless ring.]
[A soft click.]
"Hey, It's Sam. If you're looking for my dad, you can reach him at 866-555-9352. If you're looking for me, leave a message."
[Beep.]
…
...
[ A quiet, shaking exhale. ]
[Click.]
[A brief, tuneless ring.]
[A soft click.]
"Hey, It's Sam. If you're looking for my dad, you can reach him at 866-555-9352. If you're looking for me, leave a message."
[Beep.]
…
"So, uh. Today's the first day of the fall semester, according to Stanford's website. Buncha yuppie jackasses in the pictures on the calendar. You always could pick 'em, huh?
…
"Ah, christ—”
[ Muffled cursing. ]
"I can't believe you left this fuckin' phone, man. Stupid. Guess you got our numbers memorized in case you need—
...
"I'm keeping it charged for now. Someone might call for Dad.
…
[ A harsh, guttural scoff. ]
"Jesus, what am I—"
[Click.]
[A brief, tuneless ring.]
[A soft click.]
"Hey, It's Sam. If you're looking for my dad, you can reach him at 866-555-9352. If you're looking for me, leave a message."
[Beep.]
[ Tinny, clinking noise of silverware. Unintelligible background chatter. ]
"Good luck on your finals, dickweed."
[Click.]
[A brief, tuneless ring.]
[A soft click.]
"Hey, It's Sam. If you're looking for my dad, you can reach him at 866-555-9352. If you're looking for me, leave a message."
[Beep.]
“Okay. You know what? Fuck you, Sam! I told you to stop me and you didn’t, goddamnit! I don’t get to run from this, so why should you?
...
“Just— Just fucking come back, you selfish jerk.”
[Click.]
[A brief, tuneless ring.]
[A soft click.]
"Hey, It's Sam. If you're looking for my dad, you can reach him at 866-555-9352. If you're looking for me, leave a message."
[Beep.]
[ A whisper, breathy and slurred. ]
"Yeah. Called to hear you. It's late.
...
"I'm drunk, couldn't sleep. Bet you're at the library or something."
[ A hiccup. ]
"Gettin' a pedicure or writing poetry like a girl. It's Saturday, dude. You should be partyin'. Not— not— being all smart and probably sober."
[ Rustling of fabric. The creak of bedsprings. ]
…
[ Faint, labored breathing. ]
…
…
"I miss you, Sammy."
…
[Click.]
[A brief, tuneless ring.]
[A soft click.]
"Hey, It's Sam. If you're looking for my dad, you can reach him at 866-555-9352. If you're looking for me, leave a message."
[Beep.]
“Happy birthday, little brother.”
[Click.]
[A brief, tuneless ring.]
[A soft click.]
"Hey, It's Sam. If you're looking for my dad, you can reach him at 866-555-9352. If you're looking for me, leave a message."
[Beep.]
"Hey, uh. I dunno."
[ A feeble laugh. ]
"Guess I'm outta' commission for a while. Naga venom stings like a sonuvabitch, kid, lemme' tell ya. Lucky you're probably in the Poconos or the Hamptons or wherever your douchebag friends go to spend the summer with Daddy’s money.
…
...
"You're such an asshole, Sam. I swear—"
[ A deep, careworn sigh. ]
"I know I crossed a line, okay? I know I did that. But, fuck. You didn't have to leave forever. And I'm fucking sorry, okay, Sammy? Jesus, I— I mean! I mean you kissed me back! I said, ‘tell me to stop,’ but you just kissed me back!"
[ A sudden hitched breath. ]
"Why'd you have to leave me with this? I'm hopeless at this shit and you know it. You're supposed to— You're supposed to be the one who—."
…
[ Crying. ]
…
…
…
"You weren't ever supposed to leave me."
[Click.]
[A brief, tuneless ring.]
[A soft click.]
"Hey, It's Sam. If you're looking for my dad, you can reach him at 866-555-9352. If you're looking for me, leave a message."
[Beep.]
"Hey, kid. Today's a year since you left. I realized I can't remember exactly what you look like anymore. How's that for some sappy shit? Good thing you're kinda ugly, huh?"
…
"Anyways. Still got your voice, at least."
…
"Wonder if you—"
[ A deep, muffled voice, stern and questioning. ]
"Yes, ma'am. A copy of the deed. Uh-huh. Okay. Well, thank you for your time. Bye."
[Click.]
[A brief, tuneless ring.]
[A soft click.]
"Hey, It's Sam. If you're looking for my dad, you can reach him at 866-555-9352. If you're looking for me, leave a message."
[Beep.]
“So, we had to ditch the card we were using to pay the bill on this thing. Dad says there’s no point keeping it paid up. Guess he’s right.
...
“Ah—. Listen …”
[ A cough. ]
“I really am sorry. I’m really, really, sorry, man. I love ya, Sammy.”
[ A sniff. An even, steady sigh. ]
…
“I don’t want to forget your voice, too, you know? So just ... please come home, okay?
…
…
“Anyway. Bye.”
[Click.]
[A brief, tuneless ring.]
[A soft click.]
"Hey, It's Sam. If you're looking for my dad, you can reach him at 866-555-9352. If you're looking for me, leave a message."
[Beep.]
…
[Click.]
[A brief, tuneless ring.]
[A soft click.]
"Hey, It's Sam. If you're looking for my dad, you can reach him at 866-555-9352. If you're looking for me, leave a message."
[Beep.]
…
[Click.]
[A brief, tuneless ring.]
[A soft click.]
"Hey, It's Sam. If you're looking for my dad, you can reach him at 866-555-9352. If you're looking for me, leave a message."
[Beep.]
...
[Click.]
[A brief, tuneless ring.]
[A soft click.]
"We're sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error, please check the number and try your call again."
[Click.]
