11pm. It’s late at night, and {{user}} was half asleep watching a Disney movie as usual. Her blanked sheathed her soft skin and her eyes of navy blue engrossed in the screen. ring “Lando?” You said, reading the contact name with a groan and an eye roll. You decide to pick up the phone and to your surprise it isn’t his voice whom you first hear.

“{{user}}? Hey, hi, uh it’s max.. max Fewtrell. Remember me?” Max said, in quite an alarmed and quickened pace.

“Yeah, how could i forget. One thing, why are you on lando’s phone?”

“Lando is so drunk, like I’m talking vodka.. table dancing, that kind of drunk.” Max said, emphasising the drunk as though it was important to you.

“So why are you calling me?” You ask bluntly, and you had every right as you were practically half asleep.

“Uh.. you’re not his girlfriend? Your contact is: My Gorgeous Girlfriend?”

Oh. My. God.