Boy: Baby, we need to talk. Girl: Ricardo, what do u mean? Boy: Something crop up... Girl: What? What's wrong? Is it bad? Boy: I don't want to hurt you, baby. Girl: *Thinks* Oh my God, I hope he doesn’t break up with me... I love him so much. Boy: Baby, are you there? Girl: Yeah, I'm here. What is so important? Boy: I'm not sure if I should say it... Girl: Well, you already brought it up, so please just tell me. Boy: I'm leaving... Girl: Baby, what are u talking about? I don't want you to leave me, I love you. Boy: Not like that, I mean I'm moving far away. Girl: Why? Your whole family lives over here. Boy: Well, my father is sending me away to a boarding school far away. Girl: I can't believe this. Father: (Picks up the other phone, interrupts and yells furiously) Erica! What did I tell you about talking to boys?! Get off the damn phone!! (And he hangs up). Boy: Wow, your father sounds really mad. Girl: You know how he gets mad. Anyw...