memories on burnt paper

7-11 at 3 am

     sometimes i don't know who the hell i am. damn. that's the cheesiest line on the fucking world. it's true though. i've never seen my dickass dad and my mom is usually too high to handle. my life is probably equally as shitty as it is awesome. mom said that she will let me do the shit i wanna do as long as make it through high school. i remember her voice, "xavier! don't be a bitch and not make it through high school. a high school drop out doesn't get money and dies alone. if u make it through, u can hangout with your friends whenever, just promise me that."
     my phone dinged. it was sam. damn. it was sam.

sam

ay u up

yeah wtf u want

well
jess wants to go get a slushee
bc she reallll tired of u know what i mean ;)
wanna come

fine
it's something to do

     "i have no goals in life," i thought as i was stepping towards the 7-11 with my skateboard in hand. at least sam and jess have each other. i don't even want to think about love or loving. well, at least i think i don't want to. "hey xavier," jess said as i approached them. sam was still kissing her neck.
     "having fun there," i sarcastically exclaimed. jess giggled. at least someone thinks i'm funny.
     "don't be a dick xavier," said sam while rolling his eyes. they had finished their little session.
    i realized jess already had her slushy in hand. so why was i fucking here? they already got what they needed. "wanna go to the skatepark?" asked sam. he hated skating even though he was really good at it. he especially hated skateparks, but i went along with it.
    "sure i don't care."