'madi i cant come out tonight, i have shit to do. maybe another time babe?'
madi has been my best friend since high school, even though we're nothing alike. well, we were at one point but you cant help change i guess.
see, madi likes to go out clubbing every weekend. shes a college girl, partying every weekend is pretty much a lifestyle there. every sunday morning i get a phone call from her, telling me all about the 'hot guy' she hooked up with last night. but if im honest i don't blame her. all the guys practically drool over her. she has the perfect figure, a perfect face and great personality.
im quite the opposite actually.
i'm not slim, i have a big waist and im not exactly the prettiest either.
grabbing my denim jacket i left my flat, taking out a cigarette from my pocket.
usually there was no one outside, and as it was late i definitely didn't expect to find somebody leaning on the wall.
