She lies on her bed, tears staining her cheeks. Her phone rings beside her. She doesn't answer it, she knows who it is.
After a few rings, her phones shuts up, but then vibrates. A voicemail.
The girl barely has any energy to pick up the phone, but she does anyway, out of curiosity.
Missed Call
Unknown number
She furrows her eyebrows. Unknown number?, she thought. The girl clicked the voicemail to play and listened.
"Hey, are you coming or not, Andy, because the party started like," he pauses, she knows he's drunk because of the slur in his voice. He's obviously at a party, there was noise in the background to where she could hardly hear him.
"Yeah, it started a like two hours ago, so, where are ya kid? Emmet and Brian are here, but not you, Andy. I pretty drunk right now and so is Emmet, so if Adrian ain't gonna get some drinks, we're walking. Anyway, get your arse up here, see ya."
After it ended, she stared at her screen, a small smile playing on her lips. She placed her phone on her nightstand and was content on falling asleep.
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