Disclaimer: People in story have been disclaimed.

A/n:This is probably my least funny story (excluding the stupid fluffy one) it's just kind of here...Sorry. Review anyway please.

"R-E-V-O-L-U-T-I-O-N," Phil spelled for the third time in a row. "I'm positive."

"Are you sure? I swear there's no U," Jeff said through the phone; him and Phil had been going back and forth about the spelling of words for almost half an hour.

"Just trust me, I know how to spell revolution," Phil was becoming extremely annoyed with his boyfriend at this point. "Why do you need to know anyway?"

"...You're going to laugh," Jeff said in his southern drawl.

"I promise you, I won't laugh no matter what it is," Phil knew he wouldn't keep the promise, he would probably laugh no matter what it was.

"Ok, well I'm writing a book-" Jeff didn't get a chance to finish his sentence because a loud roar of laughter bombarded him from the other end of the phone. Phil laughed for at least 3 minutes straight.

After the laughing fit Phil regained his composure, "Ok, right babe, and what's the 'book' about?"

"You said you wouldn't laugh…" whispered Jeff, his feelings hurt.

"Oh god, come on how can you really expect me not to laugh if something's that funny?"

"It doesn't matter, you said you wouldn't laugh…And I really don't think it's all that funny."

"Come on babe don't be mad! Think about it from my perspective: you, my boyfriend, Jeffery Nero Hardy just said that you were writing a book. Jeff, I didn't even know you could read!" Phil chuckled at his own joke.

Jeff was becoming frustrated now, "Why do you always make me sound like some idiot loser who got held back nine times in the 1st grade or something? It's really fucking annoying."

"Uhhh, I was kidding. But if you want to get all serious about it I'll tell you why, because you are an idiot loser. You can't spell the word revolution, hell you probably can't even spell your own name, and it took getting arrested with copious amounts of drugs to realize you might need to quit. But no, you're right it's ok, you aren't a loser at all. Personally you're the smartest guy I know!" Phil spat quickly and sarcastically.

Jeff's mouth hung open; he wasn't sure how to respond to Phil's sudden barrage of insults so he sat with the phone pressed to his ear in silence. Eventually Phil finally began talking again, "Hey, are you still there?"

Jeff nodded forgetting he was on the phone and Phil couldn't see him, "Matt's throwing a party in two weeks, you should come."

"Yeah ok I'll be there…I love you," Phil tried to mollify the situation without having to actually say sorry.

"Yeah," Jeff responded. "Okay, bye."