part 2.

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i was waiting for my ride to Nathan's party. it's not really like i want to go there or anything, i just don't want to be home. anywhere just not there. and it was also good opportunity to socialize a bit. which is a strange thing because I hate socializing. but like i said before, anything but staying at home with my family. as you could have guessed by now, we don't have the best relationship. and now that i think about it it may or may not be a little bit my fault. like i said, i don't want to spend time with them. and that's maybe the reason why we don't get along.

      while giving myself this little monologue I suddenly hear a really loud car honk right behind me. if there wasn't a wall behind me i would be lying on the ground right now.

     "jezz, you couldn't do it in a little nicer way?!" i shout at the man, boy, in the car and lock up all my things. "you took quite the time. any explanation?" i say to said man while I sit in a passenger seat beside him.

    "the question is, why should I explain anything to you?" said the man, and gave me a questionable look "okay, okay i had to drive Carla home and on the way from there l stoped in a McDonald's. you know how it is and there I met Tony, you know Tony right? I definitely told you about him. I didn't?! oh goodness. so...." "You don't need to explain further." I said with a grin on my face. "sooooo... you and Carla? didn't expect it to happen so soon. last week you said you were just a friend's."

      "I promised I'll take you to Nathan's but if you don't stop ...." "I get it."i have to say i really am grateful for Harry. if it wasn't for him i wouldn't be able to get out of many of my problems. and there isn't few of them, that's for sure.

     "thanks man. i appreciate it." i shouted at him while closing doors. the last thing I hear before he gets out of my sight is "brush your hair a little bit you look like ....." i must say that I'm thankful ,for his and mine good, that i didn't hear the ending.

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