Drake had finally gotten me out of my room to convince me to go out with him tonight. That probaly sounds really awkward but his meaning of going out means he's gunna try to get me laid. He makes me wish I never had met him sometimes, but I do agree that I needed some fresh air. I took a double take in the mirror to make sure that I looked good and once pleased, I took it all off and grabbed a new set of clothes.
I tended to be a bit of a girl when it came to my appearance. I couldn't help it. I liked looking good. It made me feel great about myself and I usually caught the eye of some passerbyers.
I threw on a tight fitted black v-neck shirt, next I pulled up my pair of boot cut jeans with a tear in the left knee. I slipped my feet into my black skater shoes and walked away from the mirror before I changed my mind and made my way toward the bathroom.
I looked in the mirror in there and realized how stupid that decision was. I shook my head and started brushing my long brown hair into straightened perfection. I drew a small black line under my eye with my eye liner and smiled. I need a life.
Drake walked in and started taking a pee oblivious to the fact that I was in the room.
"Do you mind?" I said in a slightly annoyed voice.
"Nope," he said with out missing a beat.
I shook my head and turned to leave.
"Hey Nathan," I turned around slowly in response, "You remember what it feels like to pee after sex? It amazing isn't it?" He said with a smile.
I turned on my heel and started walking toward the car as fast as I could carry myself. On the way a saw one of his 'friends' limp to the couch. Somehting needs to be done about him. Am I the only one who notices what he's becoming. Maybe I should talk to him, but then again he does seem to be happy. Kind of.
I unlocked my car and waited for his arrival. I put in a CD while I waited. If there was anyone in this house that was more particular with their appearance then me, it was Drake. That was really sad, I'm the one that takes thirty minute showers and another thirty minutes working on my hair. I liked being clean and looking like a supa star.
I tapped my fingers to the beat of the song as Drake came to the car. His girl of the day came out and they embraced before she got into her car and took off. Drake entered the car and we went on our way. The destination was unknown.
"Damnit Nathan! Turn left not right," He was getting really annoyed with me.
"Use fricken general direcitons. For left, say 'Nathan turn', for right say 'Drake turn' How many times do we have to through this?" I said back with a chuckle. This is why I had to wait till I was eighteen to get my licence. I fail at directions.
He groaned and started pointing instead of talking.
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