A/N: I had the dreaded writer's block. Romance isn't really my thing. I am participating in an RP. Here is the link:

topic/190563/152806303/1/DSA-RP

Anyways, I was shocked at how many of you read my fanfic. At first, I was unsure if this going to be a hit. Now, over 215 views, 3 followers and favorites on , and over 120 hits and a kudos on AO3, I have hope in this fanfic be a success. Well, maybe a lot more from 11:50pm CDT on July 28, 2016 in the U.S. to when I post this chapter. So to keep this from becoming a deadfic, chapter 3 is delivered. The text supposed to be what someone texts via text. Contains drunkenness, but not alcoholism. References sex, but not depicts it. More like PG-14 stuff.

Inspired by chapter 1 of Family by TaterTotTottish.

Chapter 3: Texting & Stuff

I thought about Levi. Couldn't get my mind of of him. He's a interesting guy to be around. He looks sexy. I took out my phone and the slip he gave. I entered his number in. I texted, 'Hey.'

I got a reply from him. 'How's it going?'

I peeked through a window covered with blinds. Those damn abductors better not get to me. 'Not much. How about you?'

'At my friend's place. He's having a hangover.'

'Okay.'

'I have to go. Bye.'

The voice spoke, "Stay away from him."

I whimpered, "What do you-"

"I said stay away from him!" Clearly angry.

"No." I was surprised by what I said.

"You're dead meat, Charlotte! Listen to me NOW!"

I started to cry. I don't want to abandon him. He probably have some abandonment issues, but I'm a slave to that voice. I balled my eyes out. I want to escape my life. Escape my life now! The voice appeared. One said, "You'll be alone forever." Another said, "Die already!" I clenched my teeth and made. Breathing heavily. Tears fell harder and harder. Breathing quickened. I stumbled to my room towards the noose. I stood up on the chair above the noose. I started to put the noose around my neck.

My phone buzzed. I calmed down. I slowly took the noose off and stepped down the chair. I checked my phone, it's Levi. 'Went home and listening to disturbed.' He sent a photo of an album cover from the web of Disturbed.

'I love them!' I texted.

'Cool we share an interest.' I think he meant, 'Cool, we share an interest!'

'Cool! You're sexy.'

'I get that a lot'

Stacy texted me. 'Texting are you?' Oh my god.

I called Stacy. "Hello."

"Heyoooooo…" she said. She uh… Sounded drunk. According to T.V. "I drank the best tea in the whole bar." Oh okay, she's really drunk!

"How many glasses have you had?"

"Lost count. You-you don't count when you drink something. You should drink it." He then paused for a second. "I-I have a secret, but you-you can't tell Charlotte."

I facepalmed myself. "I am Charlotte."

I heard her vomit from her end. "Please don't tell her. Sh-she'll flip."

"Fine. I won't tell her."

"I feel-I feel empty without Charlotte, y'know? I care for her, and I care for-I care for her feelings and her well being, y'know? It's-it's why I arrange-why I arrange a date for her, to make her happy. I-I may not see her everyday, but I check on her-check on her through calling and texting, y'know?" She paused. I think I heard her throat gulping down that tea she shortly talked about. "Again, don't tell Charlotte. She'll flip." Those were the heartwarming words of a drunk in the entire world. "Excuse me while I have-I have hot sex with my boyfriend." She has a boyfriend? And she is having uh… sex? I need to talk to her tomorrow… after work.

The Next Day

I went home from work. I called Stacy as soon as possible. "Hey Stacy."

She sounded week. "Hey. I just had this weird dream."

"What is it about?" I searched on the internet for her MuzzleBook profile page.

"Sex. With my boyfriend. And I'm right next to him. In my bed."

I wanted to pour bleach over my eyes when I saw her sextape on the INTERNET! "There's a sextape on the internet. On your profile page. Do you have bleach?"

"I don't have any."

"Oh, I just need some for MY EYES!"

"Okay okay, I go check it out" She paused for a minute. Felt like an eternity. I watched the video to pass the time. I felt like a creep just watching the thing. "Oh my god. Why did I post this?" She was regretting post this monstrosity.

"'Cause drunks do stupid crap like this."

"You don't need to take care of me. I have my own problems, okay? I insist that you take care of yourself." I want to buy Diet Coke for her. But my paranoid self, and the fact that I would drink it all prevented that from happening. Also, she is an independent woman that claims to be a feminist. Even though she does nothing to the feminist movement.

"Okay."

"See ya." She hung up. 'Well, I'm looking forward to that date,' I thought as I watch the rest of the video. Distracting me from the critical voices.