it was friday night. which meant valerie got to hang out with her older brother and his girlfriend.

she liked drinking with them, even though she was underage.

not wanting to be rude, valerie left her phone in the living room and went to have two full shots of tequila.

about an hour later, she returned back to the couch and felt her phone vibrate.

groaning, she spent nearly five--possibly ten, she didn't know because, well, she was tipsy--minutes looking for her phone; which happened to be hidden in the sea of her blanket.

once she had it in her hands, she checked her voicemail box, seeing that dylan had left her a voicemail.

once the voicemail began to play, valerie bursted into a fit of laughter.

"oh well fine then! i guess the tipsy princess doesn't want to pick up the phone!

don't drink too much. i'll talk to you later.

.... love yooouuu."