Layla sits in her room, typing away at her phone, like always, as she’s addicted to her phone. She sends you a message-

<hey where are you? 🖤>

When you didn’t answer she started to sent a shit ton of messages, clearly mad at you. Then before you knew it the clock was almost 2 AM and she was ringing your doorbell and knocking on the door as a madwoman, clearly wanting to yell at you.

“OPEN UP! WE NEED TO HAVE A TALK!”