She wasn't actually drunk. That was the real kicker. Or at least that's what Sira suspected.
It was something about the way she was writing. The drunk girl was typing in such a frivolous, over the top manner. Typos every word, extra letters, you name it. It was like she was carefully composing dialogue for a drunk character.
The whole point of drunk texts are to be impulsive. You aren't thinking, you're open to making poor choices.
Which was practically the opposite of what the drunk girl was doing. Sira knew her. Sira was a good friend of the drunk girl. Wasn't the whole point of drunk texts to talk to an ex, to start a fight, to confess to feelings, to do something stupid you would regret?
But Sira didn't really have any solid evidence. Just a half formed theory and a gut instinct that the drunk girl wasn't a drunk girl after all. It was just Anette, putting on an act for god knows what reason.
Sira stared at the text conversation a second more. It was late. She wanted to sleep. But how could she just go to sleep? Pretend like she didn't suspect a thing. What if Anette really was lying? Sira couldn't stand the idea of being right and not having said anything.
"I call bullshit on this," she texted, "Just so you know."
Anette probably replied with a message ridden with even more typos, just to hammer in the point that she was drunk, but Sira wouldn't know.
She just powered off her phone and went to sleep.
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Its 3 AM and Life Feels Strange
Teen FictionWritten about different characters, overlapping in varying degrees. These stories are written alone in a dark room. The mood changes wildly from each one, and the stories and about completely different circumstances. All of them connect with the st...
