'Hey'

The message notification popped up on your screen, interrupting your reading.

'What' you sent immediately, annoyance marking your features.

'Make it quick'

'I'm busy'

'Yea right' You can already imagine them rolling their eyes, a smirk in place.

'Ur just reading gay porn agen i bet'

Your eye twitched at the reply but you made no protest nor correction. They'd just rile you up even more that way.

'Anyway do know wer i am???'

'*where' you instinctively type. Then you erase it, despite the need to correct them. It was no use after all, they'd keep doing it anyway.

'Did you go out and get drunk again?'

'I am not going to be your chauffeur, if that's why you're asking'

'No, if dat wer the case i'd've given to ya st8'

'Also'

'The fuck's a chaffeur???'

A small chuckle escapes you.

'Nevermind, should've known you didn't know that'

'Where are you, anyway? Think you can go look around? Maybe then you could get home'

'lol on it'

'Dood'

They reply a little over 15 minutes after. And yes, you kept an eye on the time but just stuff it, alright?

'I think im at our old middle school'

You stiffen.

'Da fuck am i doin here of all places??'

But that school-

'Hey'

'Txt back damnit'

You gulped.

'You'

'You don't remember?'

'Remember what?'

You aren't the superstitious type but...

'Our old middle school was demolished around 5 years ago'

They're silent for a while.

'U r shitting me rite??'

'holY FUCK duDe'

'Ders someone here!!! ;-;'

'Or something'

You had already pressed send before you realized what you just typed in.

'dATS NoT ASUriNG'

'if i dIE'

'IM GUNNA HAUNT UR FCKIN ASS TO OBLIVIN'