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What the fuck. There was no way, Addison was texting Meg asking her to come over at 3:46 AM? Why the hell is she awake?—Why the hell is she drunk. Meg could just see it now, Addison sprawled out on her white bedsheets, eyes drowsy, empty vodka bottle next to her, tiny fingers gliding across her phone screen to make up one hell of a text.

Meg replied with a flat out; ’No.’ Addison’s lip jutting out in a pout, Meg could practically hear it behind the screen, Addison groaning in annoyance. “So…mean.” Addison

Addison whined, finger resting above that grey call button, before she pressed it and Meg answered the phone shortly after. “Hiiiiiiii….” Addison bit her lip with a smirk, drunken smirk, of course. The camera only showed the top half of her face. Her lips, her nose, her eyes, and her long, red hair.