Bestie? Dylan?Did I give him my number? And is he drunk?I save his contact in my phone as another text comes through.
Dylan: You and Joel huh?
Huh? Why is he still texting? And what?
Dylan: Fuck it’s early.
A laugh escapes me at that. Yep, he’s definitely drunk. For some stupid reason, I reply.
Me: No kidding; you woke me up. Are you still out drinking?
His reply comes through immediately, followed by the three little dots, saying there’s more to come.
Dylan: Yes
Party animal, huh? He’s typing some more, so I just stare down at the phone. Too tired to do anything else.What could he possibly be writing for this long?
Dylan: Wait, no I’m home… Saw the sock. Wink Wink.
I laugh out loud and roll my eyes, even though he can’t see me. God, I’m tired. And yes, he actually wrote the words wink wink. I have no idea what he’s talking about.
Me: Okay…
Dylan: Do you want sweet or savory for breakfast?
What the hell?I don’t even know what to say to that. It’s too early for this shit.
Me: I’m going back to bed.
I wait a few minutes for a reply, but nothing comes through, so I roll over. I’m finally drifting off when my phone dings again.
“Oh, come on!” I yell into my pillow.
Dylan: Good idea. Don’t want to wake Joely boy.
Joely boy? Oh, sock on the door…He thinks I’m there. Wow! Joel hooked up after dropping me home. Good for him. Guess I was wrong about him. Maybe he is a casual hookup type of guy.
Me: I’m at home, Dylan.
Dylan: Already calling it home I see.
Dylan: …
Me: Joel must be with someone else.
The three dots appear and disappear for a minute before Dylan responds.God, please tell me he didn’t check.
Dylan: Okay.
I huff out a laugh at the short response, and shake my head. It’s time to end this.
Me: Good night, Dylan.
Switching my phone to silent, I shove it under my pillow and bury my face. No more drunk conversations, even when I’m sober. When I wake again at 10 a.m., a much more respectable hour, I see his reply.
Dylan: Sweet dreams.
Without my consent, a small smile graces my lips, and a flutter occurs in my chest. Don’t worry, though; I shut that shit down straight away.Nope. No. Uh-uh. Not happening.He’s a good guy, Sum, too good for you. And taken. Moving on.