september 18th, 1993
i woke up, eyes opening slowly as my head pounded. the sunlight seemed too bright for me to be inside.
i sat up and noticed i was on grass and looked around me at the four guys passed out on the grass, remembering last night.
"seriously jasey?" i said to myself, waking up zack.
"ah fuck!" he said as soon as he opened his eyes, shielding them from the bright sun.
"it's fucking freezing out here!" i practically screamed, going over to alex angrily and lightly tapping his chest with my sock covered foot.
"whaaat?" he asked, voice rough.
"alex we're hungover" i said, laughing a bit.
he looked up and me and smiled widely and sleeping.
"hello jasey" he smiled even more
"hey dumbass" i smirked
eventually rian woke up, his hair a mess, leaving jack.
he was sleeping soundly, cradling a bottle of vodka when alex got an empty solo cup of water from the neighbors pool and dumped it all over him.
jack screamed in agony, whipping the bottle at us.
we laughed hysterically, doubling over.
eventually zack, rian and jack had to go home and explain to their parents why they couldn't hear loud noises and they were at alex's house, leaving me and alex sitting on the couch, watching re runs of the brady bunch
just as alex was about to say something, his parents walked into their room
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DIRTY LAUNDRY - ALEX GASKARTH
Fanfiction"what, never seen a gal with pink hair?" aka that one where a shy girl with pink hair with a bad at home life and a boy with a "shitty" band who has an awful past meet at a laundromat in the 90's
