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We quickly make our way to Josh's car, and load up our groceries. It's really fucking scary doing that shit. If we get caught were done for. It's a family owned grocery store with no cameras, that's why it's so easy to steal. There would be no money for bail, and no one to bail us out. You should have seen me when we first started doing this, I just about passed out every time because my anxiety would get so bad. It still makes me nervous, but we've been doing it for so long I've calmed down.

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When we get back to the house it's about 2 o'clock. We carry all the groceries into the house, and put them away.

"Can you put away the rest of this? The guys should be here soon, I've got to go get in the shower."

"Ok." I agree. "Can I go pick Sabrina up if she says she wants to come over?"

"Yeah, I guess. Just be careful."

I grab my phone out of my purse and call Sabrina while I put the rest of the food, and shit away.

"Hello." She answers.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Doing my makeup."

"Where are you going?"

"Some where with that guy Sammy I've been seeing. He's taking me over his friend's house."

"Damn. Well what are you doing after that?" I question.

"Nothing. You wanna hang out tonight?"

"Yeah, man."

"Ok cool. Is your mom going to be there?"

"Nope. She's out of town for the whole week!"

"Awe shit!" She chuckles. "What did you do last night?"

"Me, and Josh just spent the night chillin in the basement in his bedroom. We listened to some music, smoked some weed, and just drank." I explain.

"Yeah."

"That's cool you're coming over you'll get to see the new house! Not that it's really anything to look at." I laugh.

"That's cool- hold on- that's Sammy on the other line. I'll just call you later. I've got to finish getting ready."

"Ok cool. Bye, love you."

"Love you too." She says, then we hang up.

I decide that instead of making lunch I'm just going to start the spaghetti, and we can all munch on that all day. I walk over to the stereo in the kitchen, put on my Fugees CD, and start cooking.

As I'm cooking I hear loud pounding at the door, I turn the burner down to see who the fuck is knocking on my door like the fucking police. When I open the door I see a tall, thin, young guy, with brown hair. I assume he's one of Josh's friends.

"Man, don't be banging on my door like the fucking police."

"I'm sorry it's just really fucking cold out here, and I've been knocking for a minute." He explains.

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you." I say now feeling bad. The snow is piling up.

"It's cool. Is Josh here?"

"Yeah, man. Come in." I say, and step aside so he can come in.

"I'm just dropping off these bottles. I've got to go pick my girl up."

"Oh ok, just sit them here." I say, and show him where to place the alcohol. "Just walk in when you come back. I'll leave the door unlocked."

"Thanks." He says, and leaves.

"Who was that?" Josh asks as I walk back into the kitchen.

"I don't know, I didn't ask his name, but he dropped of some liquor, and a 30 pack."

Josh carries the bottles down stairs, and I go back to cooking. About an hour goes by, and the dude come back. When I turn around I see Sabrina standing there lighting a cigarette.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Apparently the friend Sammy wanted me to meet was Josh." She laughs, and I join her.

"That's funny. Well I'm making dinner it'll be done soon."

"What are you making?"

"Spaghetti. I've been cooking this shit for a minute." I laugh. "I keep getting side tracked."

"I'm going to run downstairs and 'meet Josh', and get a drink. Do you want anything?"

"Aren't you a peach-"

"Yeah I am a fucking peach." She says in the most serious tone, and I laugh.

"No I don't want anything."

"Mm, fuck you." She says with a disgusted face, which causes me to laugh, then she does. "I'll be back." She says before walking downstairs.

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