Baby where r u?

Please tell me ur safe

I care about u so much

Please just stay

Okay?

The texts kept on coming and coming. And she kept on swiping and swiping.

I didn't think much about them. I just figured some jerk broke her heart.

There were a few missed calls, too.

The next time I heard her phone ring, I decided to pick it up before she could decline it.

She looked surprised for a second. "Wait, no—"

"Hey. Whoever you are, stop calling, jerk," I said in my most menacing tone—which didn't sound menacing at all—and pressed the end call button before the idiot had a chance to respond. "The nerve of people, sometimes," I mumbled and Layla laughed after getting over her shock.

I smiled, glad I made her laugh after she seemed sad everytime she read the name pop on her phone.

But then she kept on laughing and laughing. Sounding crazy. I started getting worried.

"Are you okay?" I asked, tentative to her feelings.

"Oh," she dragged the sound out and took something out of her pocket. It took me a second to realize it was a flask. "I'm a-okay, little brother."

She took a swig of it and my eyes widened.

"What are you drinking?" I had asked, afraid of the answer.

"Happy juice."

~*~ 

Song: BIGBANG - Sober

Thanks, lovelies,
Nuela <3