Nowhere Man, 2:43
"Geez, he's pathetic," Greg's girlfriend comments to him over Skype.
Derek's roommate in Spain grunts. "He's a good guy. Just misses his girl."
"So, he just sits in your room and writes to her?" Hannah questions.
"Making his nowhere plans for nobody."
"Huh?"
"It's a song. Dude's on a serious Beatles kick. Think he'd get a clue; I stole his CDs."
She giggles. "Gregory Tims."
"What?" he laughs. "Hannah, he's always playing them. He's had P.S. I Love You on repeat ever since he got her last letter."
"Maybe I should start writing you letters." Her voice drops to a breathy whisper. "That's what they did you know, before phone sex."
"Greg," Derek snaps, rolling over in bed. "Just cuz your girl seems keen on sharing, doesn't mean I need to hear this."
"¡Aguafiesta!" he accuses as Hannah giggles on the screen of his laptop.
"I have no clue what you just said, but it was hot!" she exclaims.
Derek groans, throwing a pillow over towards his roommate's bed. "¡Cállate!"
"Fine. Shutting up. It's time for lights-out anyways. See you next week, Hannah. Meet me at the airport?"
"You bet. We have lots of catching up to do. Derek?" she questions. "Do you need me to call your girlfriend?"
"Do not talk to Casey."
Her jaw drops. "Casey MacDonald?"
Derek sighs. "Yeah?"
"Oh."
"I'm not gonna ask."
"But—"
Derek presses the Esc button, closing the program.
"Der-ek."
"Don't call me that. Ever."