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"You know i'm only going with you up to the door then i'm leaving." I said.
Roxy just rolled her eyes, "Jeez, do you even know what the word fun means? Fine with me though," she said as she sped up. I walked faster to catch up with her. We turned a corner and stopped infront of a large black door that seemed to blend in with the dirty city alleyway.
Roxy was going to a club. One of her friends here in Houston had told her about it. Roxy had come to stay with me for the summer while her mom was off 'traveling th' worrld". This was when she had just arrived off the plane, and drank all the beer in the house(not that my brother would miss it). She proceeded to sing about her favorite type of alcohol (vodka), and fall asleep on my bed. It was only 3:00. When I checked in on her she was reading my pesterlogs, and was already making plans on how to get her next alcohol quota filled.
She knocked on the door and after a few minutes it creaked open. A short skinny girl stood behind it, waving to Roxy. She looked like Roxy, they were dressed similar, low cut shirts, tank tops, bare midriffs, only she was a few years older.
"Oh, my, god!" She screeched, "Is that him? He's soo cute!" She had noticed me.
"Yup, but hes off limits, he has unrequited feelings for "le jaike""
Dear god, shes drunk already with out even touching alcohol. I sighed, "I'm leaving now ok?"
"Aww he's going? I wanted to hang out," the older girl said while pouting.