Vriska sighed. âDo they actually have to like, physically meet? Or would just a phone call work? Because I could just pretend to be my mom on the phone. I used to do it aaaaaaaall the time. I just change my voice a little bit and people believe it.â
Back in her middle school days, when teachers handed out index cards and told everyone to write their name, address, phone number, parents work number, parents name and other personal shit, Vriska would just put down her cellphone number for all of the numbers and write that her mom worked from home.
That way, sheâd always be the one to answer it and her mom would have no idea about whatever it was the teacher was calling about. (Usually it was that sheâd gotten detention or needed to stop acting so horribly in class, but once her math teacher called about the 105 Vriskaâd gotten on a test and how proud she must be of her daughter. That was probably most definitely the weirdest one. Who the hell called when a student was doing well?)
They never suspected a thing.
Sure, there were times when they called during the school day, but Vriska had changed her voicemail to say something like âSerket residency! Nobody is near any of our phones to answer your call right now, so just leave a message after the beep.â
Then they would or they wouldnât, but the system worked.
And it wasnât like sheâd had any friends at the time who had her number and could make fun of her for that message. Now that she thought about it, she hadnât changed it since coming to St. Skaia â but why wold anyone with her number feel the need to call her, anyway? What, with everyone communicating via blog and the fact that it would take you five minutes to see someone face-to-face.
Calling someone here was just plain weird.
âI could play the part of the gracious guest if I needed to, but Iâm inviting you to come with me. So I just donât see why I should.â
Ugh. When she put it that way, the whole situation did seem a bit ridiculous. Which in itself was ridiculous, because it really wasnât that bad. There was nothing wrong with two friends walking around âThe Big Appleâ together. It was fun and the city wasnât as dangerous as people made it out to be. Because a) there werenât as many skeevy people walking around the streets as most thought, and b) there were many easy ways to avoid them.
âItâs not crazy, I know my way around the city and Iâd return you in one piece after a few days. Christ, you make it sound like Iâm suggesting we drop out of school and become lesbian gypsy lovers without telling a soul or something.â
She took a sip of her coffee â which, unfortunately, she realized was her last sip. She made a mental note to come back her someday if they couldnât find a Starbucks later. But this didnât seem like the kind of town that had a coffee shop on every corner. So who knew?
âOh my god, itâs just four dollars. I donât need you to âtreat meâ in return for this or anything. If I didnât spend it on that coffee, Iâd proooooooobably spend it on another graphic tee or one of my MMOs.â
Hopefully that would shut her up on the whole money thing.
âI didnât think I owed you anything for coming with me. Doesnât mean I canât buy you a cheap cup of coffee.â
She shrugged, and put her now-empty cup on the table.
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