Drunk Texting Memes Novels & Stories

It was like someone had loosened a knot that I did not know was there. By the next week the messages stretched longer. She started sending memes that was about anxiety brain fog. A cartoon character that was staring blankly at the wall with the caption “when your thoughts are buffering.” I laughed out loud in my kitchen. The sound made even me surprised. I replied with a crying laughing emoji and then I added. “Too real.”

"😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 Ohh God please stop.. my stomach hurts like hell... Well I sorta Just imagined a kid version of you kissing a monkey... cute.. freaken cute I tell you." My face was burning at least I was making her smile like she did me. "I'm glad you're laughing. Thought you'd think I'm crazy..." She quickly responded: "I don't think you can go crazy... unless a Chris Brown song comes on.. then God your body would go crazy... that I know." I smiled like an idiot and my phone vibrated.. a text from my best friend. Bestie: Emergency 101... I fucken need you dude.. log in in w******p....

I try to smile at her and keep up even though I'm not really in the mood. It was late at night and we were drunk. My vision is blurred and I'm dizzy. I shook my head to clear the surroundings. Haha, Dylan's etext suddenly popped into my mind. Nothing, just teasing, because he was immediately taken just to tease him a little. I took my phone. I type on my phone. I'm sure when Dylan reads this, he'll be really angry. I'll just blame it on the wine tomorrow. Damn!

I let her words twist around me, sinking into every doubt, every hurt. The night blurs as I pour drink after drink, numbing the pain with Cleo’s quiet laughter and the burn of whiskey. I lose myself in the club, the music, and the oblivion of dancing with a stranger, feeling his hands slide over my body, his lips on my neck. The thoughts of Zade fade as I let myself disappear, drowning in the numbness I crave. I stumble back to the table, grabbing my phone. “You’re too drunk to text,” Cleo laughs, catching my arm before I can send something reckless. “Trust me, drunk texting is never a good idea.”

He touched his head, playing on his concussion. "Oh, don't lie to me. What was so important on your phone that you had to look at it while driving?" A wicked grin lifted his lips before he wagged his brows at me. "I met this guy the other night and we've been texting back and forth." I was excited that he was talking to someone, but I was still angry that he put his life at risk for a stupid text message. "And the message couldn't wait?" He scoffed again. "Would you wait if Drake sent you a dick pic?"

Devlin himself answered the door, but the sight that greeted get when he did had her rooted to the spot, fuming with anger. “Ah, you came. Come in”, Devlin slurred, struggling to stand still. He had a cup in his hand that he could barely hold on to. He reeked of alcohol and his eyes were bloodshot. She could tell that he had been drinking for a while. “Devlin, did you send me a drunk text?” she asked so calmly nobody would have believed she was angry. “Drunk test... text? I don’t know what that is. I texted-texted while I was drunk. Yeah, that’s better.”

’’ Adamie clasped his palms together. ‘‘I’m definitely getting the booze!’’ Andy said. ‘‘Drunk mofo,’’ Adamie replied, ‘‘Y’all remember that time Andy’ got so drunk at Brian’s party then he puked on the buff DJ and got his ass beat?’’ All of them apart from Andy burst into laughter. ‘‘Well, I’m better than fat Robert who passed out after taking two Oxycontine pills then got a dick drawn on his plumpy cheeks.’’ Andy defended.

He’ll wake up sober, distant, regretting everything he’s said tonight. A sharp pang of loneliness hits me as I scroll down, spotting several texts beneath the voice notes. They’re short, scattered, drunk, but honest: [I wish things had been different.] [I miss you.] [Fuck, Nadya, I need you.] [Don’t hate me, please.]

"Did you have an anemia cuz I sent you a text last night to get here early today and told you that I will get the driver to come to pick you up but you said you can get here on your own, don't tell me you forgot?" "Oh my God, I am sorry, I will be there soon," She replied she couldn't remember he texted or that she replied this is why you shouldn't drink on a weekday. She mentally scolded herself again getting up from the floor where she had passed the night, Jordan was still passed out on the floor next to her, he was snoring and Kat had to sudden urge to kick him but she didn't instead she ran into her bathroom phone still in hand, she checked her message box and indeed there was a message

“K have 2 go 2 bed, my adviser will kill me if I miss another meeting. Passing out. 2 much tekila. I know ur safe bet text me as soon as you can and take my car,,, its in the lot.” Poor Sandra. Guilt racked her as she typed out a response to the drunken texts. “I’m sooo sorry, crazy night. Darian is insane, but the nurse and the other Wolves are cool. I’m fine. Tell you all about it tomorrow night. Good luck w/your meeting. I’m SO sorry for blaming you. XoXo”