,David,

Chapter 5

Meet us at Jerry's house at 8

"Where do you think you're going at," Monica paused to check the time on her phone, "7:54 at night?"

"For a walk," I responded, trying to leave as soon as possible.

"Where are you going?!" She repeated.

"I don't ask where you go in the middle of the night. I don't ask why you come back with hair messed up, and clothes inside-out."

Smack!

Monica slapped me upside the head.

"Can I go now?"

Monica walked away, ignoring me.

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"So, you're older sister is Monica? Thot on the block Monica?" Tina asked when I explained the mark on my head.

"Yeah. I dont care, though,"

"You poor thing!" Tina hugged me, I think it was the first time someone hugged me. Jack and Jerry joined in. Say that three times fast. Even though they're older, even thought I knew them for a day, even though they're stoners, and even though we're on our way to a underground rave, they're the closet to family I got.

"C'mon, let's go. I don't wanna be late!" Jack said, breaking the silent hug.

"How are we gonna get there?" I asked.

"Limousine, obviously," Jerry answered sarcastically.

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After about 20 minutes of "I parked somewhere by here, or no over there," and 3 wrong cars, we found Jack's baby blue Toyota.

Jack sat in the driver seat, Jerry in the passenger seat in the front, Tina sat behind Jerry, and sat behind Jack.

The engine roared as Jack turned it on, and the radio blasted on.

"What song is-" I began to ask.

"'What makes you beautiful' by One Direction? Are you serious, Jack?"

Jack blushed and replied, "Everyone has different tastes," he pullec the car out of it's parking spot, "I like boy bands, Jerry likes hip-hop, you like k-pop, and David, here, likes..." as he started driving, the gang realized they didn't know what music I like.

"I, uhh, I like dubstep,"

"That wub-wub shit?" Jerry asked.

"Yeah,"

"I never really heard that," Tina confessed.

"Here," Jerry handed me a cord, "plug it into your phone and he could all listen to that wub-wub shit,"

While I searched for a song, Jerry pulled out a already rolled up blunt from the glove compartment, then lighter from his pocket.

"Why drink and drive, when you can smoke and fly?" Jack said. Jerry lit it, puffed and passed.

Listening to 'Crave you' by flight facilities while high was not only hilarious, but it sounded cool as fuck.

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Before I knew it, we where there. It was 8:47 and we spent about half an hour listening to 'Crave you' by flight facilities on repeat. We were in line for the underground rave. Now sober, I was reminiscing on the car ride. Jack repeatedly asked if his voice sounded as good as the woman singing. Tina started out the window the whole time. Jerry ate a party pack of Doritos from the glove compartment. I laughed at almost every stanza. Once again time flew.