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Chapter.10

It was Thursday afternoon, and I was sitting here on my couch alone waiting for Izzy to arrive to my flat. I had just taken a shower and I was procrastinating getting dressed for about five minutes now. I was sitting laying down on my couch, on my phone in my towel, with my soggy wet hair thrown into a bun. My body had already dried and I wasn't cold anymore but I was too lazy to get up and get dressed. I locked my phone and dropped it beside me before groaning and rolling my eyes while pretend dying and rolling off the couch, onto the floor where I wished I could stay instead of actually leave my home. But I had no choice as Izzy unlocked the door to my apartment, closing it behind her. Her combat boots rattled as she got closer to me.

"What the hell."

"What?" I laughed.

"Get dressed! We're leaving in an hour and a half," she smiled pushing her hair out of her face as she traveled to the kitchen. I groaned once more before finally getting up to put clothes on my body. Once I dragged myself into my room I pulled a random plain shirt from my drawer and some comfy black ripped skinny jeans. My bathing suit underneath and I decided to pull on my boots. I knew since this was like a movie type, chill kinda sleepover thingy, I decided to bring an extra pair of comfy shorts just incase me and izzy stay the night.

"Are you gonna have that?" Izzy asks pointing to my pizza crust.

"Probably not."

"Yes oh my god." She smiles reaching for it and snatching it up to eat. As she was chewing on it, I switched off the TV since we were leaving soon. I picked my phone off of the glass coffee table. But paused quickly and in worry after Izzy, in a confused tone, says,

"Wait."

"What?"

"Isn't that...Ashton's shirt?"
Right as the words left her mouth I looked down at it. I had to lie. Shit. It's only a plain black shirt how would she know anyways?

"What? No."

"Really? I could've sworn I saw Ash wear that exact shirt, except you know, it actually fit him well. Unlike yours," She smirked standing up.

"It's only a plain black shirt Izzy." I retorted,

"A plain black shirt that says 'The Strokes' on the back of it." Shit.

"Maybe we have the same shirt?" She pushed me down on to the couch.

"Okay, what was it?" She smirked.

"What was-" she cut me off.

"Was it hot lustful sex after you both felt sad over some one you love? Oh! No! You both got high and had trippy sex! Wait. No! He came to you for a blowjob because he was horny and wasn't speaking to Megan. But you said no and then felt bad so you just cuddled naked instead. But he gave you his shirt."

"What. No" I looked at her like she was crazy, obviously I was caught but her scenarios were idiotic but yet interesting. What a wild mind.

"Look, we didn't have sex. We only cuddled," I look at the cable box. "We have to leave soon."

"You cuddled naked and he gave you his shirt,"

"No!" I laughed. "No you idiot, we cuddled and slept in my bed but I was cold and drunk so he gave me his shirt." She smirked and tossed her head to the side.

"I know it's super wrong of you to do that but this whole situation is super amusing."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you so happen to have been drunk and laid and cuddled with Megans ex. Meanwhile Megan smooched your ex."

"Well I did kiss him," she almost choked on her pizza crust.