[color=“#707151”]Jenna is not going to like this.[/color] Ezekiel was sitting on the bed staring at a little last-minute wedding present he found and spent all his money on. He was joking when he said he’d like to go to Jordan’s wedding but here he was… going as Kaya’s date. Speaking of Kaya, he should probably head over there but he was in a… bit of trouble. You can’t go to a wedding without a gift, it’s rude, but that got him into this. [color=”#707151”]No… Jenna is going to kill me. She… can’t kill me, she needs my money… [/color] Letting his back hit the bed, Zek ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes. [color="#707151”]Jenna is definitely going to kill me. This is it, I’m dead. Worse… I’ll be homeless.[/color] That’s a bit of a long story but nothing to worry about now… he still had… two weeks? Maybe a month? He’ll figure it out, he always does but this time begging for more time definitely won’t help. Looking to the side, there was a white shirt on a chair he still hasn’t changed into. Now that was another problem - how do you dress for a wedding? Zek wasn’t really the fancy guy, he doesn’t have many “wedding appropriate” clothes so don’t judge him. And he also has no idea how to tie a tie… he just never had to or wanted to.
[color=“#707151”]”Fck this,”[/color] straightening up and now sitting on the edge of the bed, Zek grabbed a joint that was on his side table. Just a little distraction, nothing strange for him. That little thing that got him into so much trouble and this place he was currently at. A state of mind and a literal place. A real shtshow but at least no one knew about it. Not a single person, friend. What tf was he actually going to do when he ends up losing what he has now? That’s something he should seriously start thinking about. With that joint between his lips, Ezekiel put on that simple white shirt and started buttoning it. It was awful but it… had to work. It’s not like he could go and buy something else or raid his closet. Physically not possible. Taking the last drag, he threw whatever was left of it in the little ashtray and picking up a tie walked to the nearest mirror. Cross. Loop… Not like that. Again. Cross… What now- Shi-Ah good, not red. There was a stupid smile on his lips as his gaze went from his own eyes, hoping he was not looking high, down to his tie. Why does he even need it? It’s just this stupid fabric hanging around his neck, it’s useless- fine, fine, he can’t let his friend show up with someone looking like a mess. Sigh, try again. Cross, loop, over… loop? Free styling it. Not bad, could be better but not bad. Snapping a pic, Zek grabbed his things and was about to walk out the door but… He looked ridiculous. He’s going to a wedding not a birthday party. Taking off that tie, he opened the closet he had in that room and threw everything that was inside of it on the bed, searching for a suit. There has to be something… and bingo. Black. Okay, that has to work. Since… when does he have that? Anyway…
Leaving the room, Zek finally called an Uber. He could’ve just had Kaya and her dad pick him up in her new whip. Or he could’ve asked his mom to drop him at their house. But could’ve that really been an option? Hmm, no. That’s a big no. It was better this way, it will always be better this way. Just a way to save himself from a mess he wasn’t ready to face yet. Standing in front of the door, Zek tried to fix his messy hair but only made it look messier while trying to stop himself from smiling. Look, he always had a smile on his face, he was always a positive guy and who wouldn’t be happy standing in front of McAllister house? But he didn’t want them to see he was… not sober. Getting sht for that wasn’t something he needed now because he was fine, everything was fine. He’d rather be having a fun time with Kaya and Andy like he often does, without them bringing up anything about his dad or the support he’s been getting from them both. [color=“#707151”]”Well, that’s different,”[/color] raising his brows, Ezekiel was now staring at the one and only, Andy, all formal and dressed up. A smile not leaving both their faces as he stepped inside not waiting for an invite… it almost felt like a second home to him so it wasn’t anything strange. [color=“#707151”]”Andy, we need to find you a date- or do you already have one?”[/color] Not really giving the man time to answer, Zek continued rambling, looking around the hallway almost distracted. [color=“#707151”]”No, no. Kaya would’ve told me. Shame… shaaame. I mean… Look at you, I feel like sht standing next to you now.”[/color] He was leaning against the wall, his hand in his pockets but that didn’t last long. Bringing his gaze back to Andy, Zek squinted and took a step toward the man, quietly continuing his little monologue with a joke, [color=“#707151”]”I think I’m gonna run and pretend I’m sick. This is too embarrassing, don’t tell Kaya I was here-”[/color] Speaking of her…
Hearing footsteps approaching made Ezekiel turn around and smile brightly at the sight of his good friend. [color=“#707151”]”I was just saying how I can’t wait to see you,”[/color] with his arms now crossed, he stopped himself for a second, that smile he had on faltering. For good reasons, okay? Have you seen that girl? Friends can admire their friends. [color=“#707151”]”I still think Andy here looks better, sorry,”[/color] with his cheeky smile back on, he approached the girl, tightly wrapping his arms around her and quietly adding, [color=“#707151”]”You do look beautiful. Who would’ve thought?”[/color]
