"Jake, what's your deal?!? This is gonna be the biggest party of the year and you don't want to go! How come I always have to drag you into this stuff"
"I'm not gonna let you drag me into this one man. I always end up doin' stupid, idiotic stuff at parties."
"Oh really, like what?"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"Or you just can't think of it."
"Shut up Mike. I'm warning you."
"Fine!"
"... What do I have to do?"
"Now that's my man, you aint gotta do nothin except for show yourself at my place. 7:30, k?"
"Whatever. I can't believe I'm letting you do this."
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As I drove down the bright street of Charlotte , I thought about what kinda stupid stuff I'd do today. When I pulled into Mike's place, I saw his car, and two other ones I didn't recognize. When I rang the doorbell, some chick I've seen around school answered.
"Who are you?" She snapped rudely, quickly looking me up and down.
"Jake." I said as I pushed by her.
I saw Mike sitting in a giant lounge chair, watching college football.
"Mike, why is she here?" I said is a nodded her way.
Mike jumped out of his chair and went by the girls side. "She... Is my date."
Wow. That's a shocker. Mike has a new girlfriend every week. He's the QB on our high schools varsity football team. I'm a wide receiver. He's always got ladies lined up to date him. "Whatever" I say. "Why am I here?"
"Well, you always do stupid stuff at parties, but if you look good while you do stupid stuff, everyon-"
"You're gonna give me a makeover!?"
"Not me man. Nick is."
Nick is this kid with great style. Rumor says he gay, and he admits it so I'm not ashamed to say it. He is always willing to do makeovers, so I guess thats why he's here.
"Okay, are we ready to get started?" he asked.
"Sure."
He brought me into Mikes room and pulled out a bunch of stuff. Jeans, sweatpants, hoodies, shoes, hats, chains, even a leather varsity jacket. All the stuff I wish I could afford. Then he started holding different stuff up to me. After about five minutes of just standing there, he handed me a tight-fit Carolina Panthers shirt, a pair of skinny (not too skinny) jeans with small holes, some high-top basketball shoes that were perfect matching the shirt, and a flat bill SnapBack Panthers hat.
It. Was. Perfect!
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