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.
