Eighteen

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing incessantly on the nightstand next to me. I picked it up, looking at the caller ID through my bleary-eyed haze.

Vincent.

I blinked, sitting up alert on the bed as I answered the call.

"H-Hey Vincent. Good morning."

"Julias! Good morning. How are you doing?" His voice sounded warm and cheery on the other end, a stark contrast from my own throaty, tired voice.

"I'm alright. What's up? Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything's fine! I... I was actually calling to check up on you. You never came back last night and well... Never answered my texts."

"You texted?" I rubbed my forehead sheepishly. "I'm sorry, got all occupied with the party... I stayed over at a friend's place, so don't worry."