Skys The Limit
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"Ugh..."
I starred into my mirror as a scruffy boy starred back. I just came from our backyard shower, and I was dripping wet. An orange towel tied around my waist, as I took half of a comb through my hair. I put a arm on my table and looked into the mirror.
"I hate it here..."
three hours later
I didn't need a map, I heard the roars of teenagers dancing to hip-hop from streets away. Stan stood outside the house wearing his black hat. It took me a minute or so to recognize him. I aproached him. Wendy was standing a few meters away from him.
"Hi," I greeted him. He looked up at me sorefully.
"Hi, Kenny..." He sighed. "Nice threads."
I guess I did look rather nice, a black Metallica shirt and a pair or parshally torn jeans, I bought from my new job. Nothing to speacail but, it looked a hell of a lot better then my hoodie.
"What's wrong?" I asked, my head tilted a bit.
"I'm just so sick of her." He replied.
"Wendy?"
"Yes, we had another fight. She thinks un immature and irresponisble. I think we're going to break up."
I really didn't know what to say, I didn't want to encourage him but, I didn't want to comfort him ethier. I mean, she was after all right. Well I ended up comforting him in my old way. Wich on my part, I particullarly hated.
"Need fresh ass?" I questioned letting out a small snicker.
Stan looked up to me, and smiled a bit. I could tell though,.I'd didn't make him any happier.
"I wish I was like you, she really seems interested in you."
"Hush," I replied. "Let's just go and get drunk."
I grabbed his hand and pulled him in. Inside was plenty of people dirty dancing drinking and trashing stuff. I smiled, 'wow this'll be great' I thought.Picking up a can of beer me and Stan had a toast and drank up. Kyle walked up beside us, Stan explained a bit of the story before the beer kicked in.
Kyle gasped. "Are you two drunk...?"
And that was the last thing I remeber. I woke up late the next morning, surrounded by purple satin. The clock beside me said 11:14 am.
"Ugh," I said and rubbed my head.
Just then a gril with straight black hair and a purple dress walked in.
"Wendy...?"
"Morning, sleepyhead." She cheerfully commented. "Glad to see you woke up, you had a hard fall."
"What?" I asked alarmed.
"Oh," She smiled. "You got drunk and the cops busted our party, you kind've got pushed down. You were left there so I brought you to my house."
"Great" I said with shear sarcasim. "Stan'll kill me..."
"No worries, we broke up. He wasn't the right man for me."
I couldn't belive it,I let out a painful yowl and flew back into the pillows. I know what he'd say. 'Way to hit on my X' or something along that lines. Oh my god, and my hangover was mother fucking killing me.
"How drunk was I?" I shyly asked, " Not that you'd know..."
"Oh, I know." She giggled. "Drunk enough, to pull me in a closet and make out with me."
I was in complete and total shock. I'm sure my mouth went to full capacity in length and width.
"The fuck?" I replied.