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Part 7

Wasted

My head screamed as I got up from my spot on the couch the sun seemed to attack me as I squinted at the bustling city realizing that I had slept on the roof, I rubbed my eyes as I shakily made my way down the stairs and back into the house, I passed ash's room and peaked in the small mass under the blankets made me laugh a bit, I dizzily moved the hallway and into my room where I flopped on the bed and went back to sleep. I knew my phone was buzzing like crazy, but I just wanted to sleep, my subconscious self would not let me wake up. The peacefulness of my bed felt amazing, I groaned as I heard giggling the sound of multiple sets of footsteps filled my ears, I heard whispers and someone said "3...2...1... now!" the feeling of a cold wave ravaged my body and made me jump out of bed not being able to fully see yet, I rubbed my eyes and looked around, ash and 2 other guys stood there laughing one had a large bucket in his hand fell over not being able to contain himself, "why!" I yelled as I shivered there standing unstably on my bed, "were going to have lunch and go shopping, get dressed" ash barley got those words out of her mouth between laughs, I sighed to myself as I walked into my bathroom and changed into some dry clothes. "why do you have so many spears?" "I have no fucking clue" I could not help but smile at the thought of their confusion spread across their faces.

The car flew through the streets of LA, we stopped and grabbed food at chipotle and ate on the way to whatever stores they had figured out while I slept. We stopped Infront of a store id never even heard of, Jake and Dylan walked in like they owned the place and were welcomed very warmly by what I assumed was the owner, "we need our friends here taken care of very well" Dylan pointed at ash and I and the owner a big man who spoke broken English came over and welcomed us, he assigned us to two different stylists who took control adding random items of clothing to the pile they had made by the changing rooms occasionally asking questions like what sizes or styles we preferred. After about 20 mins she pushed me into the changing room telling me what to try on and with what, the first outfit was a pair of shorts with some white vans and a Loui Viton shirt the feeling of the expensive fabric made my skin crawl like I was not supposed to wear it, I walked out of the changing room to be judged by the stylist who looked me up and down adjusted a couple things and told me to move on. Hours passed and we had toured through 3 different stores spending insane amounts of money, we arrived back at home, we waved as Jake and Dylan started driving away "can't wait to play with you guys!" the sound of the car's engine masked the last words, I hauled my bags up the stairs and dropped them in my closet, I laid down on my bed and started watching Netflix, my phone buzzed for the hundredth time that day but a name I hadn't seen in months appeared, I answered the phone "hey honey!" my mother's excited voice made me smile, "hey mom, how you doing?" "oh, just dandy, I was just calling to tell you we are coming to your tournament!" "oh great!" my mom rambled on for a couple hours not letting me hang up until I was basically asleep.