Drunk Texts

4.²

he changed his number, it's been five months... he always lost his phone or seen a new one on a billboard that he just had to buy.

he has to have a different number.

in the middest of a full blown freak out heather was able to detach her bestfriends voice from the co-workers that were drawn outside by her hysterical crying

"heather hun, please open the door"

with watery eyes heather glanced from the steering wheele to the small brunette who tried to bust the lock with her own car keys thinking that heather was in danger inside her car, and to the tall blonde man who was about to kick in the rearview window before she shouted for them to get amy.

"hun theres nothing for me to do out here, move over and let me in, we'll go for a ride." her big round watery eyes shot up towards amy once she said this

sniffling she frowned at the people who were slowly slipping back inside the smokers room to probably have a few drags after heathers sharade

stupidity after stupidity.

"please"

unlocking the drivers door and climbing over to the next seat heather waited for amy to buckle up and start yelling about how unprofessional it looks for her friend to throw a tantrum outside her office. instead amy starts the car and pulls out of the lot headed for the winding back roads that surround Portland.