A late night text
It was around two in the morning when I first got the text message. It was early July and so far I had wasted most of my summer doing what teenage guys do when they suddenly have nothing to fill the calendar: sleep. I was in a half sleep haze and was just about to go comatose for the next twelve hours when my phone beeped and buzzed on my nightstand. Sleepily, I looked at the name under the big envelope, and raised an eyebrow quizzically when I saw that it was Brianna that had texted me this late. Brianna and I had always talked rarely, and we wouldn’t at all if it wasn’t for the fun night we’d had at prom junior several months back. We were both bored with our dates, whom we’d …