[Yesterday 11:51 pm]
Callia: GOOOODDDD MORNING, VIETNAM.
Dean: The hell?
Dean: Are you high?
Callia: NO.
Callia: Maybe?
Callia: I'm surprised you even care enough to ask.
Callia: Or talk to me for that matter.
Dean: You're right.
Dean: Go home and sleep it off, whatever it is that you're on.
Callia: I'm not on anything. I just had a little, tiny drink of something that my friend was having. Friends are so nice to have. You're my friend, Dean-o.
Dean: Oh yeah, I'm sure it was a tiny drink
Dean: And you're babbling.
Callia: I am not.
Callia: Shut your mouth.
Dean: I didn't say anything.
Callia: Liar. You're a liar, Mr. LIAR PANTS.
Dean: Okay, you really need to go home from wherever you are and sleep this off.
Dean: Or at least stop texting me.
Callia: So rude, jeezzz.
Callia: Do you remember the first time we talked? It was over pie or something like that, I can't remember the details.
Callia: But it was funny, cause you really wanted that pie.
Dean: I'm surprised you're still typing in complete sentences.
Callia: Hmmmm. That's a good thought question there. You're smart.
Callia: I bet in real life, you're really smart and really pretty.
Dean: Well, you're not wrong there.
Callia: I KNEW IT.
Callia: Dean, do you get supperr annoyed when I message you?
Dean: To put it simply, yes.
Callia: But whyyyyy?
Callia: I'm not fun? Is that it?
Callia: Because I can be fun. I can be lots lots of fun.
Dean: Oh I'm sure you can be, but not when you're drunk.
Dean: Seriously, go ask your friend to take you home.
Callia: Fineee. You're no no no fun anyways.
Dean: Oh, well don't worry, I'll have a lot of fun bringing this conversation up to you tomorrow morning.
Callia: M'kayyy.
Callia: De. De. I'm goin crassh, cattchh meee when I faaalll.
Dean: That's nice, sweetheart. Have a good nap.
[Today 11:37 am]
Callia: ....
Callia: I hate my life so much. Kms, I don't even know what to say.
Dean: I do.
Dean: GOOD MORNING VIETNAM.
Callia: I hate you so much.
Dean: You gotta admit, it was funny.
Callia: Haha for you maybe. I want to crawl into a hole and die.
Callia: God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to throw all... Whatever that was... On you. I wasn't even thinking.
Dean: Nobody thinks when they're drunk.
Callia: That's true...
Callia: But still, I'm so so sorry. I really don't have words to express what happened last night.
Dean: Well, on the bright side, you called me pretty.
Callia: Stfu, I didn't mean it.
Dean: Mhm, did you really?
Callia: Shhhh, I was drunk. Drunk me is very much different from sane me.
Dean: Oh yeah, I've noticed.
Dean: I still think it's funny that even when you were drunk, you somehow typed in complete sentences for the most part.
Callia: I dunno how to explain that, to be honest. I was wondering that myself.
Callia: I guess even when out of my mind, my proper grammar doesn't fail me.
Dean: Guess so.
Callia: Do you know how many times I want to correct you for your grammar?
Callia: It's like, almost all the time.
Dean: My grammar isn't that bad.
Callia: Ahah, I beg to differ.
Dean: You're just making fun of me, aren't you?
Callia: Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not.
Dean: ....
Dean: Fine then. I see how it is.
Callia: Good, I'm glad you see.
Dean: Jeez, when did you become a bit of a smart ass?
Callia: Since yesterday night.
Dean: Well, that makes sense.
[a/n]
This is a very crappy update in my opinion, but it's an update, so yay.
Go Juls for finally finding motivation to write. Yayyyy. -She says sarcastically-
Oh, and I'll hopefully have another update coming soon for Text so there's something to be joyous about.
Happy reading, loves.

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