Day 11: Prepared

The night before the guys and I left for Hollywood for the first time can only be described in one word; hectic.

James stayed over that night and had no intentions of sleep. He also was on a mission to make sure he wasn't the only one staying up all night.

He made sure that before I even thought of sleeping, that I had everything packed. This is how most of the night was like;

"You have all your plaid crap shirts Kendall?"

"You don't need to call them that but yes, I have them all."

"Have all your beanies?"

"Why am I gonna need beanies in California?"

"Bring them just encase!"

"Fine! What else do I need to bring Jamie?"

"Pants?"

"Check."

"Hockey Jersey?"

"Never leave home without it."

"Boxers?"

"Yep."

"Vans?"

"Yepper."

"Socks?"

"Obviously, if I have my vans, I'm gonna have socks with them too."

"Well, you don't need to get so sassy, gosh . . . just trying to help . . ."

Yeah, I didn't sleep at all that night . . .

But I had James there, a very crazy and controlling James, but him nonetheless.

I wouldn't want to spend a sleepless night with anyone else.