[txt] lick lick lik lik I wannaEAT yo dK but i cANT fck up my nails
so I pck It up iwith chopstix
It was one thing for her to be texting, that was completely normal. But, receiving a text from a drunken Di? Something that she wasn’t expecting in the slightest. Especially when she opened that text, because it really did cause her physical and emotional pain to even read it.
(sms → Di) I AM SCREAMING, BUT....I’m also coming to pick you up because you are drunk, my friend. Very drunk.
(sms → Di) Kinda hurt that you’re drunk without me but this is fine.
As the last text message was sent, or at least she hoped it was, she got up out of her bed--not even bothering to throw on anything but a hoodie over her pajamas as she dashed out the door and to her car. The only thing that she could even think about as she opened her car and got inside, was the fact that she was about to pick her friend up from god knows where, and there would be alcohol. That alcohol would be calling to her-- in which she’d most likely consume it only to get drunk along with her friend.
Lizzy was wonderful at helping others.