That time in college all seemed to blend together. Summer after summer year after year. One big mass that he held in the back of his head. And on his phone. His group chat continued the party after college. Or that’s what the caption said anyway. Most of them last time they hubg out didn’t even drink. Just kept saying for a week before how sick it would be then they all nursed alcohol beers and whenever someone we t up alone they came back with a nonalcoholic.
This angered James. Not for any particular reason. But that was the reason he was less active in the chat. He just wanted them to have one last hurrah together like old times. Now the group chat was exploding with messages like let’s go that again. And that was fucking lit.
It wasn’t like he partied that much but there was something that made him mad about the whole thing. They used their phones too niche thought. It was something like that. Maybe that was what was different he thought.
This angered James. Not for any particular reason. But that was the reason he was less active in the chat. He just wanted them to have one last hurrah together like old times. Now the group chat was exploding with messages like let’s go that again. And that was fucking lit.
It wasn’t like he partied that much but there was something that made him mad about the whole thing. They used their phones too niche thought. It was something like that. Maybe that was what was different he thought.