luke hamstrings: bethannanany
luke hamstrings: bethbeth hiiiiiiiiii!!11!
ok.bethany: im abt 2 block u
luke hamstrings: noooooooo
ok.bethany: yessssssss
luke hamstrings: bethabuggg im in newcastleehf
ok.bethany: r u drunk?
luke hamstrings: tha clubz herre r rly bad 2@ checking i'd
ok.bethany: go home, luke
luke hamstrings: :-((((
luke took a shaky picture of the pack of marlboro in his hand, and sent it to bethany. when bethany got the picture, she sighed.
ok.bethany: go home & dont smoke those
luke hamstrings: okkk ily ur cuteee
ok.bethany: bye luke
bethany wasn't sure why she'd warned him, the fact being that she didn't even know who he was, but she did. she, for some reason, worried about him. it puzzled her, how she could be worrying about a boy she didn't even know. but she decided she shouldn't care that night, shut her eyes, and went to sleep.
she half-expected to wake up to a snapchat from luke, saying he was in the hospital or something as a result of him being so drunk. but, she didn't. in fact, she didn't wake up to any messages at all, on anything. it made her worry, seeing as shaylee always left her a message in the morning to either wake her up and annoy her, or just to talk.
bethany got up out of bed, slipped a pair of knee-high socks on, and walked around her small apartment in nothing but a light grey men's nike pullover and black boyshorts, plus the black knee-high socks she'd just put on.
she decided to make breakfast for herself. it was a saturday, and she had nothing to do. so, she went in her kitchen, let some butter melt in a plan, and made whatever she thought went well together.
she ended up with mushrooms and peppers cooked into an eggwhite, wrapped in a flour tortilla. while she was in the middle of eating on her sofa, watching friends on the tv, shaylee burst through the door.
"we need to talk,"
"spill."
