[ WP ] Three friends . Four AM . No dialogue

Note: My first submission, be gentle: ) 
 
 
 Fuck, its freezing. The glowing screen in my hand showed 35 F in a pretty visual. Why are we out here again? Another hesitant light tap on the home button – I have to be up for work at 9 AM that gives me four hours of sleep if I leave now. But I knew I could n't leave, it had been 5 years since John and David and I had done this. Doing what exactly? I thought as we all sat under the frigid California night sky, with our faces lit up from our phone screens. It's not like anyone is talking, I looked for some excuse to awkwardly fidget on my phone while I waited for someone to break the silence. 
 
 
 **bzzz bzzz** My phone vibrates. Great, now she's worried and wants to know where I am. 
 
 
 I finally decide to break the silence, `` rem...'' I murmur under my breath trying to get their attention. John looks up at me and then back down at his phone. Life used to be a lot simpler back then; when we spent time together, we actually talked, laughed and made memories. What am I going to remember about today 10 years from now? 
 
 
 **bzzz bzzz** Another text. Why would she call the police, she knows I'm with my friends. 
 
 
 My best memory of us was the last time we were here; it was the night after prom. It was just the three of us, drunk of our whisky flasks. We never really figured out how we made the drive here alive. Nevertheless, laughing away we reminisced over the best times we had together. Ha, it ’ s funny how technology has now made us strangers. 
 
 
 **bzzz bzzz** `` I hope you did n't drive drunk again.'' That was over 8 years ago! Why won ’ t she stop nagging me about that! 
 
 
 Fuck it, I have a long day tomorrow, both of them are on their phones so it ca n't be rude for me to fall asleep. I bet they wo n't even notice. 
 
 
 **A couple of hours later..** 
 
 
 I hear footsteps getting closer to me, still half asleep I look up and see her trembling with fear and sadness. She keeps quiet, struggling to hold her tears back. Dazed and confused, I wonder what I've done. I cautiously pull out my phone, fuck it ’ s 8 am, and I ’ ve missed work. The last text I received from her, `` I wish you had accepted it and moved on. They would've wanted you to...'' I look around me, where did David and John go? Where did that bottle of whisky come from? 
 
 
 Recovering from my drunken stupor, it finally dawns on me again; that night quickly flashes through in my mind. A surge of guilt, pain and sorrow gushes through my body. I would give anything to take their place. Why ca n't it make the pain go away forever? Why ca n't I make them come back? I take another swig and go back to living my lie. 
 
 EDIT: sentences, words and grammar
