Everything in my life goes wrong. Everything. But, when I'm with my friends, I feel happy. They don't care if I mess up, they'll support me either way. I try to keep a happy face for them, but most of the time, when they're not by me, my face falls...
I cover my eyes as they change, all of them either sitting on the floor or on Corey's bed. Sid and Joey get bumped off to make room for Shawn, and they sit in front of me on the floor.
"Let's see what you got today," Joey says.
"Hold on. How come she gets the presents and we get to sign shit all of the time? Where's our presents," Shawn says, throwing his hands up.
"I guess since they know you guys and they know that all you want is to get the sick noise out, and they've never heard or seen me, they want to make a good impression," I say, Shawn thinking about it.
"You got a point," Corey says, pointing to me, then the clear box.
"Whoa, that's so cool. Gimme," he says, making grabby hands at the box. I hand it to him and take off my shoes, pushing them to the side with my foot. He examines what's inside by turning it and tapping the box, making the shoes move a little.
shoes (photoshopped on. Disappointing)
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He hands it back and I set the other box in front of Sid and Joey, gesturing them to open it. They do so and Sid lifts a new pair of shoes out, his eyes widening as he sees the tip slot.
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"Are these stripper shoes," he exclaims, Corey bursting out in laughter, making me laugh.
"I guess so," Sid says, Joey reaching in and holding up the same pair as I did.
