( He went out with his roommate last night to a bar )
(2:30am, phone rings)
“hey cutie, I just put James to bed. And after I hang up, I’m going to go throw up sooooooo much. But I wanted to call my cutie first”
“Aww! well I’m glad you had fun”
“I feel like garbage. Gaaaaaaarbage. I’m garbage without you”
“uh, I think you feel that way because you drank too much, haha. Not because I’m not there”
“nope, it’s cause you’re not here. I miss you”
hahahahha oh, I miss him, that silly boy
“awwww, he put you before his liver! That’s frat boy love” - my dear friend Amy
