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the edge of my jacket in it. The perfect way to start my evening.
    “Sup bro.” Max said as I paced up to the car.
    “Maximus.” I replied, tilting my head in acknowledgement and hopping into the back seat of his truck. Ethan had taken passenger alongside Max. As I was fastening my seatbelt, Ethan turned around, “Miss Bishop.”
    “Mr. Knight.” I replied with a thumbs up.
    Max is a surprisingly good driver. Sure, the truck jolted at the start of our journey, he was a little nervous. It’s the first time we had been in his truck with him. It was nice. I wish I could afford a car. I’ve passed my test and everything, but I never manage to save enough money to buy one of my own… I drive my parent’s when it’s free, until I can afford one or have one bought for me. Ethan and Max were strangely quiet in the truck during the journey to Verity’s. I’m sure they’re both anxious of how the night is going to pan out. I gazed out of the window, focusing on the streetlights flowing by.
    I must have dosed off for a few minutes, as Max banking the truck on the curb, woke me. He probably hoped for a smoother arrival. Still, he stuck the handbrake on as if sharply banking the curb was his exact intentions. I reached for the door handle before Ethan beat me to it from the other side.
    “Me lady.” He said, offering his hand to help me out of the truck.
    Ethan’s outfit didn’t really surprise me; black fitted jeans and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the hinge of his elbow. His typical everyday outfit except for his trainers, they’d been replaced. He’d exchanged them for his smart black shoes with pointy ends, accompanied by the black tie with white spots, I bought him for his thirteenth birthday. I pulled the back, tightening and readjusting it for him. Max walked around to our side of the truck and huddled us in.
    “Right team, remember no man gets left behind or abandoned. I’m not drinking tonight, so please try to keep your behaviour to a mature level. I don’t want to embarrass you guys tomorrow with stories of unsuitable things you did while you’re nurturing your aggressive hangovers.”
    Ethan laughed and put his hand on his shoulder, “I doubt we’ll even have that much tonight my man. We’re going to enjoy this on a sensible level.”
    Max nodded sarcastically, “Whatever you say sargeant, right let’s roll out team.”
    I couldn’t help but smile at them for being such dorks. They really spent too much time watching movies. I was genuinely expecting them to commando role and crawl up to the front door while I walked behind them, questioning our friendship.
    “Breakfast, Hey you made it! I assumed you weren’t coming!” Verity said, throwing herself at Ethan, wrapping her arms around him as she opened the door. “There’s booze in the kitchen and downstairs. Try not to make a mess please. It’d help me out when it comes to cleaning afterwards.”
    She already appeared rather drunk she was swaying from side to side. It was only 9:17pm. Seventeen minutes behind schedule. They must have started early. She grabbed Ethan’s wrist, “Come, let me show you around!”
    Before Ethan could turn around to say anything, Verity had already dragged him away. Most of the attendees must’ve been downstairs in the basement. The bass from the music vibrated the floor below us. Almost shooting you off your feet. Max and I weren’t really in the mood to have bleeding eardrums this evening. I wandered around Verity’s living room while Max went into the kitchen to grab us a drink. It was surprising to see how welcoming Verity’s home was. I mean, it’s beautiful. Her parents have great taste. It was like stepping into page twenty of a furniture catalogue. Everything was perfectly positioned. I wanted to slip off my boots and scrunch my feet into the luxurious cream carpet. As I stood and stared down at the carpet, debating whether or not to take my boots off and scrunch my feet into it,