<strong>Jim</strong><br/><br/>Jim's phone buzzed again and his friend turned to him, "Well aren't you Mr. Popular tonight."<br/><br/>"I wouldn't say that exactly, since so far everyone was texting to cancel appointments."  Jim snapped back in response.  He read the text, figuring it was going to be from Ali, but it wasn't.  It was Bree.<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100402.msg4485821#msg4485821">Quote from: lovelygirl on 10-04-2011, 05:11:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Please Jim, I need a friend, Ali, Will, done in my life. Please I need someone to talk to."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Jim was puzzled.  What the hell was going on.  First the cancellations, then this nearly hysterical text from Bree.  Obviously something had happened tonight that Jim was not aware of.  He was not sure he wanted to know, but he was a sucker for a sweet girl.<br/><br/>"Heading home in five minutes, should be there in half hour.  Come over if you want to talk."  Jim sent the text.  Then he remembered that she may not remember where he lived, so he sent her his address as well.<br/><br/>"Dude, gotta run.  We'll do beer and pretzels soon."  Jim excused himself for the night.  The heavy stuff was all done and his friend could handle the rest.