drunk texting 》s.w.

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I got more drunk texts from Sammy the next day. He always drinks away his problems.

[4:27AM] Samuel: you hurt me so much.

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[4:43AM] Samuel: why couldn't have Gilinsky kept his dick in his pants!

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[5:04AM] Samuel: why tf do u read my message and not answeeeerrr?!

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[5:07AM] Samuel: fine then act like a bitch.

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[6:23AM] Samuel: I miss holding you

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[6:27AM] Samuel: I know you're seeing this please answer me baby

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I kept seeing it because the buzzing of my phone kept waking me up.

At 6:35 he called me. I was so sleepy I didn't know what I was doing so I answered.

"Hmm?" I hummed into the phone.

"I want to see you." Sammy said.

I yawned, "okay." I said still drowsy.

"Can I come over please?"

"Mmhhmm."

"Be there in 5."

I yawned again, "yeah okay whatever."

I put my phone down and laid my head back down and fell asleep. I heard a knock at the door, "Ariiii! Get the door!" I heard Emily yell from her room I got up and scratched my scalp I yawned then rubbed my eyes. I opened the door and Sammy stood there, "oh hey Sammy, come in." He came in and I went to get a drink of water, "want something?" I asked he shook his head. I drank my water and realized what was happening, my glass fell out of my hand and it shattered, "what are you doing here?!"

"I-I told you." He said, Em ran out of her room with a tennis racket.

"Em it's alright." She looked at me then Sammy and shook her head then walked back to her room.

"You said I could come?" He said quietly.

"Sammy I was sleep talking!"

"You still said I could come!"

"Shut the fuck up! It's 7AM on a Sunday I'm trying to sleep!" Emily hollered.

"Sammy you're fucking drunk." I said running my hands through my hair.

He shrugged, "maybe even a little high, but that doesn't matter."

(A/N: this part reminded me of the song: Why'd you only call me when you're high, by the Arctic Monkeys. You should listen to it)

"Sammy okay, you wanna talk lets talk."