Drunk Texting (LT BxB)

part 3

👏👏👏👏  I am so sorry for the long wait. But here y'all go.

Laus P.O.V

I got up from my chair, I have been sitting there for nearly the whole day. My stomach started grumbling and thought I better eat something before I pass out. Walking downstairs to the kitchen, walking past paintings, photos of mine and Jessica's wedding. I got angry and ripped all the pictured frames off the wall, letting tears escape while the glass collided with the floor, smashed  pieces everywhere. I sobbed for a good 5 minutes, thinking about all the good times Jessica and I had together. The journey that I thought would change my life forever  loving her. Only to be ending this with a divorce. I punched a couple holes in the wall, livid to the core. I sighed deeply, trying calm down my anger. Making my way to the kitchen, I looked in the fridge to see what I could make. Only to see the vodka, right at the back of the fridge, calling my name. I sighed and ignored it, closing the fridge and walking to get me an apple from the fruit bowl. I didn't have much of an appetite anyway.

*5 minuets later*.

Opening up the fridge, I quickly snatched out the vodka bottle and took a few swigs down my throat, hissing at the taste. I looked in the cupboard to take out ten shots, lining them up on the island and filling each one with the hard liquor. I grabbed some salt and poured a bit in a small cup and a cut lemon. Once everything was set up, I started at one end and looked down at all ten. I took a few deep breaths, thinking about how Jessica had just cheated and lied to me. After everything that I have done for her, she just decides to throw it all away. I let a few tears slip as I thought about her, picturing her smile that could kill anyone. Her smile killed me. I was in pain, as I was looking down at these liquor filled shots, I was hoping that they'll help me take it all away. I counted down from three before taking that first shot, then the next, salt, 3rd, 4th...salt, lemon... 5th.

*2 minutes later*.

I drank down the last shot, letting the alcohol consume my body. I burped before I walked to the living area. Well i tried to. Stumbling and gripping onto things for support, I lazily made my way to the couch and plopped myself on it. I was getting dizzy, surfing a high that I haven't felt in ages. I looked at the time, my head whizzing around the clock as the hour hand slowly makes it's way onto the 7. Damn, 7pm, am? I don't even know man. I pulled out my phone, seeing it blow up with missed phone calls and unread texts I don't even give one flying fuck about. Unlocking my phone, I decided to go through all of the messages without having a care in the  world what she's talking about. I read through them all, scrolling up and laughing at each one. It came to the point where my laughing had died down, a message had gotten me all confused. Possible...how? I don't know, but I felt as if that empty feeling is creeping up inside me, trying to find a way out of the darkness and into the spotlight. I took a few breaths before trying to figure out what she meant, but that was obviously impossible. I looked at the text again, making sure she didn't miss any other word or put in extra.

Jess:
Why do you look like Larry? My friends boyfriend looks exactly like you?? Is there something you ain't telling me?? Do you have a twin?? Please, just talk to me!!

Sent, 5:36pm

I was highly confused now, I look like her friends... Boyfriend? And who is Larry? Wait... I have a twin? What the fuck she be on about? I looked at the "enter message here", tapping it, I wrote...

Lau:
Bitch ion even noe Whatchu talkin bout.
 
*send*

I heard it chime and send. While I was waiting for her to reply, not like I wanted her to, I tried to figure out who this "Larry" was. I pressed the Instagram icon, and waited for the screen to show up. When it loaded, the notification bar was screaming with fans, messages  that are dying to be read, but my focus wasn't on them at all, I wanted to figure out...I already told you, but "Larry". I pressed the magnifying glass and typed in the search bar.

L...a...r...r...y...

...search.

It came up with many different types of Larry's, scrolling down, I guess it must be easy because Jessica said he looked exactly like me, and If he did, It wouldn't be that hard, if I'm looking fine as hell. Let's see if he's any better. As I kept scrolling down, I came to a name that...no, this can't be it, th-theres only one, and I'm that one.

I clicked on the name:

Larry bourgeois

And watched as his page came on. What I saw made me nearly damn drop my phone. I furrowed my brows in confusion as I scrolled through His pictures. Everything had just blown me away, define features, nose, eyes, lips. HAIR!!! Like oh Mon dieu. Please help me. I kept looking at this man who happens to be my, look-a-like. I wouldn't say twin, just because Jessica suggested the twin word, I ain't gone believe her, not after everything she had told me. The phone vibrated, and the message had showed up in the top of my screen, waiting for me to place my fingerprint on the green box. I pressed it, letting the phone take me to another tab and showed me the message:

Jess:
You must Laurent, here I'll give his number. I can tell that your drunk, but please, try and figure out who this guy is, and why he looks like you.

Sent, 9:13pm

I sighed and waited for her to send the number, the tension rising in the pit of my stomach. What if he is my twin? Of course he would have been mistaken by me. I've danced with bey, Chris, Nicki and Paris. I've made my own Jordan's that's been gone sold for how long? (This number is from new Zealand, so don't mind it)

*vvvvvvv*

Jess:
0226038573
Just please, please figure out who he is. It might even be true. Keep safe Lau, I love you, goodnight.

Sent 9:15pm

I sighed and looked at the phone number that has been underlined with blue. I tapped it and it asked me if I wanted to make it a contact.

*yes*

It took me to his contact and I pressed the message icon. I put this number down as Larry, taking deep breaths before I send him a message. I wonder if he thinks I'm weird after this? Eh, everyone does, I get that from haters. Though I'm not. I typed in the box, it felt like 100 years before I found  the courage to hit send.

It didn't even make it to 9:30pm before I felt my phone vibrate, seeing the message, of course that's the first thing you gotta say when a random person texts you.

Larry:
Who's this??

Sent, 9:23pm

I took a deep breath before replying to the ever so common question.

Laurent. Laurent Bourgeois.

Sent, 9:25pm

Hey guys, soo, how was this chapter, I hope it was good to y'all.
anyway, I'm so tired and I need some sleep. Thanks for reading, love y'all.
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