Ugh, school. I can't even remember then name, I just remember it sounds like a pornstar's name. My train of thought gets interrupted by a voice. My si...ters voice to be exact. "Daniel, let's go!" What?! But I just got up! I still need to get ready!" I shout back, starting to get ready. I quickly style my short, sandy-blonde hair. And by "style" I mean "make sure I don't look like a tornado victim". After it looks presentable, I rush to get dressed. A short-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans slide. If I were to lean forward by about a foot, I would see her panties, assuming she was wearing any. My heart began to race and I looked down to see if the boner I felt was visible as well. To my relief, my pants kept it aimed along a leg.My thoughts were then interrupted when Samantha said, “Why haven't you kissed me yet?!”“What?! Uhhmm, I didn't know—I mean, I want to! But should I? What about your, uhh, you know??” I rambled aimlessly. “God, you are such an accountant...” Samantha said rolling. John could see a motionless body, one that looked like a female, lying on the ground and he ran down to help, hoping Jeremy wouldn’t kill this bloke first. As John got closer he saw who Jeremy was fighting and automatically knew it must be Lisa lying on the ground. John went straight to Lisa to see how she was. Cal went at Jeremy with the bottle but missed in his drunken stupor and fell to the ground. Jeremy kicked him a couple of times before he felt John pulling him back. A very drunk and. " She threatened to call the cops to get her stuff back. She didn't have more than a box full of crap mostly clothes. I told her it would be in a box in the mail room sealed with her name on it . With that I hung up the phone before she could launch into more hysterics.Later that day I was in the mail room. After kicking her box of shit into the corner, I checked the mail. Sifting through it I came across a wedding invitation from my sister. Talking to myself "Wow I'm surprised I got this." at.