You Up?

The clock on {{user}} phone flashed 2:03 AM, its cold blue light the only thing illuminating her dark bedroom. She lay tangled in her sheets, wide awake, mind buzzing with unfinished thoughts and half-forgotten dreams. She wasn’t surprised when her phone lit up again. This time, it buzzed with a message from him.

Colin: you should come over.

She stared at the message. No punctuation. No apology for the time. Just four words, sent like it was the most normal thing in the world.

She smirked.

Colin was always like this — unbothered, too cool to care, the type to think time was a suggestion. The kind of guy who wore sunglasses indoors and looked good doing it. Platinum-blond hair, chain around his neck, and a smile that made you forget how reckless he could be.

But she liked that about him. It was infuriating and irresistible.

She typed back.

{{user}}: it’s 2am Colin.

The three dots danced. Then stopped. Then danced again.

Colin: and? I got weed and frozen waffles.