Oh shit!

soundtrack 2 my life.

this pandemic is getting out of hand 🥵

Not edited btw!! I wrote this at like 2am lmfao.

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Pete woke up around noon, feeling terrible from last nights events. He rubbed his eyes and stretched; almost falling off his bed in the process.

He sat up and scratched his scalp looking around his environment which was his nice and neat room, his mother must've fixed it up for him.

He smiled meekly, and changed out of his clothes from last night and decided to hop in his shower. He reeked of cigarettes and alcohol, he didn't wanna start his morning smelling terrible.

About ten minutes later, he turned off the running water and went to start his routine. Brushed his teeth and hair, spray on some deodorant and change into some sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt along with white Nikes.

And soon enough his favorite part of the day came, wake n bake. Smoking weed was definitely one of his favorite endeavors. He lit it up and walked to his living room and made himself comfortable.

He opened his phone to see and text from colson, saying he was going to be in town soon. A small smile grew on his lips as he took another drag of blunt.

He swatted away the smoke that came out of his mouth and turned on the tv and flipped to the local news channel to see what this weeks weather was going to be like.

Today was going to be cloudy and the rest of the week was cloudy and rainy. He shrugged and took a couple more hits and turned it off. He put it back in the glass tube it came in and got up and walked to his kitchen to see what he could snack on.

He opened the cabinet and grabbed the first thing he saw which was a box of fruit gushers. He opened the box and pulled out a pack and began to eat it without any disregard.

He walked upstairs and saw his mother had already left for work and his sister was not to be seen either. He grabbed his things and headed out to walk around the neighborhood and maybe a cup of coffee.

He made sure he had his baseball cap on as well as a pair of sunglasses, today was not a good day to be caught by the paps. He plugged in his headphones and walked down the street listening to his favorite artists and soaking in some much needed sun.

You on other hand, had woken up early because your mother came barging in at 8am spouting nonsense about sleeping in. You were so pissed but then again you coulda been home had you decided to not just sleep here.

You did your daily routine and got ready for the day. You put on some minimal makeup and went and ate breakfast with your parents. You kinda felt like a kid again.

But that was short lived.

You made yourself a mean bowl of cereal and saw your dad reading stuff on his phone and your mom making breakfast.

You quickly ate because the thought of them pestering you with invasive questions was not in your best interest.

"So hun, how's work at the bar been for ya?" You mother asked. You swallowed the food in your mouth and replied, "Same as always. Drunk people left and right ma. But a job is a job what can you do..."

Your dad looked at you and shook his head, "then what the hell did you go to school for?"

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. Sometimes you forget that it wasn't the same for them and nowadays jobs are competitive as fuck.

"It's not the same dad."

He shrugged and continue to be on his phone. You finished up your cereal and cleaned up after yourself. You walked back to your old room, and grabbed your belongings.