Artie waits impatiently for Sam to get on Skype. He had texted Sam to get on as soon as he could. While he waits, he randomly surfs the internet, not paying attention to what he's doing in his excitement. As soon as he sees that Sam is online, he clicks to call right away.

He smiles when Sam's picture pops up at the screen. Sam waves.

"Hi, Artie, what's so urgent?" Sam asks.

"So I got some mail today…" Artie teases.

"Yes?" Sam says, leaning forward in anticipation.

"Your boyfriend is coming to the university next door to yours this fall. Full ride," Artie says, slightly embarrassed at how high his voice gets. What can he say? He never expected a full ride to film school.

Sam laughs and spins around in his chair. Dizzy, he almost falls off his chair, but manages to catch himself.

"You're going to be here? Really? No more awful distance?" Sam asks.

"Nope," Artie says. "No more awful distance. Well technically, I'll have to stay in university housing for the first year, but I think we can manage that easily."

"Congratulations! And a full ride, too. You're too smart, geez. We have to have some kind of celebration!" Sam exclaims.

"If this isn't too demanding, I think the celebration should be in two parts. Part one will be next time you come home, probably in either my bedroom or yours. Later, after I'm moved in for the year, you can take me out to your favorite restaurant. You've gotta know all the hot spots. Sound good to you?" Artie asks.

"What exactly are you planning for that first part?" Sam asks.

"Oh I'm certain I can come up for something fun for us to do. I've found a few toys around town for us to play with," Artie says seductively.

Sam raises his eyebrows.

"What kind of toys?" Sam asks.

"You're just going to have to wait and find out," Artie says.

Sam groans in frustration.

"I can promise you that you'll have fun, too. You may have mentioned them before," Artie says.

"Oh," Sam says.

He opens his mouth to say more, but Artie shushes him. Artie mouths the word "parents" to him. Sam nods.

"Artie dear, we're going out to dinner tonight to celebrate your acceptance letter. Five minutes!" his mother says, poking her head in his room. She sees Sam. "Hello, Sam, did Artie tell you the great news?"

"Hi Mrs. Abrams, and yup. I'm really happy for him. It's going to be great," Sam says.

His mom ruffles his hair and Artie mock glares up at her.

"Geez woman, you trying to wreck my style," Artie huffs.

Sam and his mom both laugh at him.

"Oh Artie, what am I going to do without you?" she says.

"You'll be glad that the house will be quiet for once," he replies.

She shakes her head and Artie looks down at his lap because he doesn't want to see the sad look on her face.

"Anyway, come on Artie. We have to leave soon. It was nice seeing you Sam," Mrs. Abrams says.

Sam waves.

"It was nice seeing you, too."

She leaves, warning Artie not to take too long with his goodbyes. She knows they can take forever to hang up.

"Well, I don't want to keep you from your celebratory feast! Congratulations, again, and bye. I love you," Sam says.

Artie looks up and smiles at Sam.

"Bye Sam. Love you too. And just think, not even two months until we're together again," Artie says.

"I know; I can't wait," Sam says.

Artie waves and hangs up. He sits there for a second, excited for what's ahead.