“El — hey, Elly, can you come pick up Callie?” Ellis had only just stepped onto the back porch, familiar salt air filling his nostrils, when his phone began to vibrate in his back pocket. his younger sister, Georgia. “what — why?” he asked, chest tightening, despite himself. “what’s up? she okay?” music beat loudly from her end, rendering her nearly inaudible. “oh, yeah... she’s fine. she’s just... like... very drunk, and I,” following words were muffled, whiny, and almost entirely lost beneath the noise around her. “it’s early, and there’s this guy,” what followed was a brief, but colorful exchange between siblings, during which Ellis eventually caved — a pattern all too common between the two — ultimately, leading him to the address she’d preemptively sent. “you know, you should really invest in better friends,” Ellis joked, upon arrival, as he helped Callie into the passenger seat of his Jeep.
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