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I took another selfie before posting it on my Instagram. I excitedly pulled out my shoes from the Vans box. I screamed before putting them on.
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"Gaspara hurry up !"
I rolled my eyes at Giselle's voice. I slipped on a jean jacket that had a whole bunch of patches on it and walked out the door. Giselle wobbled to the driver's seat and was getting in. I got in the passenger.
"Where we going ?"
"I already told you. To JaVale's game against the Bulls."
I groaned.
"Those games are boring. But I hope someone fights." I said with a little excitement. She rolled her eyes.
"No one will be fighting but please try to enjoy it. You moved up here three months ago and we saw you for the first time four days ago and you were drunk."
"Okay I just went to a bar and I wasn't drunk. Tipsy but not drunk."
"It was still embarrassing." She mumbled.
"Aren't I always dear cousin ?"
"I didn't mean it like that."
"I know."
We didn't talk for the rest of the drive. We finally parked and she looked over at me.
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine I know you didn't mean it like that. So let's go so I can get a beer."
"Beer is gross."
"Sureeeee."
We got out and I walked behind her as she wobbled. We were given court side seats and we were sitting there talking until JaVale came up.
"It's weird seeing you here Gaspara."
"It's Salice." I told him with a straight face. He leaned down and kissed Giselle.
