As Zayne walked toward his shirt at the other end of his double bed he suddenly heard the door bell, as he was at the front of the house he took a look outside and sore a thin 6 foot guy with 2 inch long curly redish/brown hair, it was James. He dashed out of his room down the stairs to the front door and flung it open and jogged back upstairs. "Still getting dressed!, you were quick"
James followed, "no I weren't, i was about an hour like I said", James walked into Zayne's room where he was putting on his belt and lifting his shirt off the floor. "I knew you wouldn't be ready"
"I am, now" Zayne dropped the baggy checkered tee-shirt on and coxed James to flollow him down stairs, at the door he treded into a pair of shoes and shuffled them on whilst going to the dining room to get the money his mum left him, as he got there his shoes were fully on and he grapped the silver £20 and put it in his back pocket and walked to the door where James was standing.
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