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    You pick up your phone wondering 'who could have texted me this late at night..?' You rub your eyes and turn on your phone.

   "AAHHH FUCK!" The brightness on your screen had been all the way up, "shit I should have turned the brightness down earlier...." you slid a finger over your screen towards the settings bar and lowered the screen's brightness. "That is much better." You yawn and place your elbow on your knee and set your chin in your hands as you read the message.

<BLOCKED NUMBER>

DO YOU ACCEPT THE MESSAGE REQUEST?

[YES]      [NO]

 You hesitantly poke the yes button and look at the bold text reading the person's name.

<Ian D.>

ey beutiful wana come ovr  im haveing a sick party at the landings haha Xoxo

<You>

Who are you? and no thank you I am fine with staying home it is like 12 o'clock at night.....and are you drunk?

<Ian D.>

It's  ian denan baby  and come on its a satrday.

<You>

I'd rather not. Sorry.

<Ian D.>

okeh thats on ypu if you mis out!

You roll your eyes and quickly type in a message to hurry and get the conversation over and done with.

<You>

 Fine by me. Goodbye.

<Ian D.>

aight bye.

You shut off your phone and plug it back in.

"God, I hate people." You quickly sigh and shut your eyes while pulling the blanket back over you and soon drifting off to sleep.




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