It was 11pm on a Saturday.

I had just come back from a party and was in bed reading Pride Prejudice and Zombies.

I was so proud of myself that I hadn't drank.

That I didn't even want to.

 And now here I was at 11pm on a Saturday, in bed, reading, sober.

Suddenly my phone went off. It was a text message.

I figured it was someone from the party I had just left wondering where I went.

I glanced down and read a familiar number with no name attached and a text that said, "I miss you."

I had deleted Seth's number from my phone so I couldn't text or call him but I recognized the number.

I responded, "Is that you speaking or the scotch?"...

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