Friends Like These

7:30

I sat on the bed and stared into the small closet in my room. Not much to wear beyond my school uniforms and dress shirts for church.
" Won't be needing those anymore." I think as I stuffed my red uniform polos into a trash bag. Next school year I get another color to rep 11th grade.

Then J Dilla radio on Pandora is interrupted by a text from Michael.

Just pulled up in your hood, should get to your house in a bit

I decided to wear some regular blue jeans with a black tee that read Black Sabbath in purple. Topped off with a green camouflage jacket and my red converse shoes. I grabbed my wallet, earphones, and phone and stuffed them in my pockets.

I walked to my mom's room to tell her that I'm off. I find her working on top of her bed while watching the national stress delivery service. Others just call it the news.

"Okay baby, be careful. You have your phone?"

"Yes mother." I said jokingly.

"Is it on?"

I come close to the bed and kiss her on the forehead, "Don't worry, mom. I won't forget to remind you that I'm still alive."

"That's my boy. Go have fun and be back before 11:00. Love you."

"Love you too. Later mom." I say as I close the door to our house. Michael didn't take long to get to my place. His grey Honda Civic was already in front of the lawn, devoid of the rest of our friends. Guess he decided to pick me up first.

As I reached for the door handle to the passenger seat, Michael lowers down the window to reveal his short hair, tan face and glasses like John Lennon."Back seat buddy. You know Sasha sits up front with me."

I scoff and crawled into the back seat. "Why didn't you just pick her up first, since she's your girlfriend?" I say as I fidget with the seatbelt.

"She told me to pick up you and the others 'cause she was having trouble finding what to wear." Michael checks his phone before he takes off and sighs. "Looks like she's done."

He begins to drive to Sasha's house and looks over to me. "Text Violet to meet us at Sasha's place."

"We're not picking her up?"

"Sasha wants to hang out and smoke some pot before we kick off the night."

I smirk,"I guess we know who has the dick in this relationship."

"Fuck off." He hands me a phone charger connected to the car, "Lets get some music in here!"

I grab the cord and plug it in my phone, "Can't go wrong with Gorillaz."

"Now you're talking! Pump that shit up, Damien!"

If you were unlucky enough to read my shit, mind giving some tips? Anyone want me to continue?-TBone