“Really need u to fuck me”
In the 10 years that we’ve been friends, Lizzie has sent me some crazy late-night texts, but this was definitely a first.
*Play it cool. It’s Lizzie … this is definitely just a prank.*
“Ooh I’m good at this game … I really need a million dollars,” I replied. “Oh, and Sydney Sweeney”
(The last part is an inside joke between us—Lizzie looks exactly like the actress from our favorite TV show, Euphoria. Blond, light blue eyes, and flawless tits that seem too big for her toned body. I even jokingly call her Sweeney sometimes.)
“Ughhh NOT kidding, drank too many energy drinks … I NEED a cum down”
“A what??”
Lizzie’s caffeine addiction was not news to me. She works odd hours as a nurse, so I get it. At any given time, she has a dozen brightly colored empty cans rolling around the floorboard of her otherwise spotless Honda Civic. I find her “addiction” kind of endearing so I just keep my thoughts to myself … personally I think they taste disgusting, like fruit juice mixed with battery acid.