I find myself smiling at his spam of messages. Most people get annoyed by drunk texts but it's cute how he was thinking of me when his mind was all over the place. Dominic used to do it a lot in the summer, which was the only time he could drink because of baseball. My fingers hover over the keyboard and I contemplate what I should say.
Me: It's all good, Eli. I am also craving ice cream and wouldn't be opposed to taking a trip down to Splat with you.
I figure that's good enough. I get dressed in fresh clothes that I didn't spill drinks on and sit at my computer desk. I have a five page paper due on Monday and I have yet to start it. I write fast so I should be able to get it done quickly but I've been dreading it since it was assigned. I get started, grateful that I have a pre-made outl
