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Kaleb never was one to use an alarm clock. Even when his father used to pretend to care and force Kaleb to school, he would start his day by the lights of his room being turned on and his blankets ripped from his bed. But now he just slept, and so he did until about noon when he decided to roll out of bed. His hair was sticking up funny and he smelled like lake water and campfire - an oddly comforting combination. He grabbed a towel that hung from the back of his chair, wrapping it around his waist.

Nevertheless he went into the bathroom, still half asleep as he ran the hot water. Last night was a blur, but he was able to piece it together well enough. Looking into the mirror, Kaleb's hands tugged at the skin on his face that seemed to sag with exhaustion. His dreams had been trippy, but his slumber was restless - tossing and turning all night. He would definitely be napping later.

The shower seemed to revitalize him a bit, shaking his head like a wet dog as he walked into the hall way, Kaleb was struck with a memory of Jaylene. "I care for him like you do for Kite..." - had she really said that, or was it some kind of drug laced ramble that he had misheard? It made sense, both Kaleb and Jaylene played the 'don't fuck the crew' mindset, perhaps Brik was Soda's forbidden fruit as Kite was his. Once again he wrapped the towel around his waist, opening the door into the hallway and letting the steam roll out of the bathroom. Surely his father would complain later how the condescension on the walls from the steam would damage the walls, but luckily Dr. Sivaj had already left for the Hospital to save lives to avoid trying to fix his own.

Returning to his room Kaleb immediately snatched the Marlboro pack that sat on his table along with some of with other vices, lighting the toxic habit and placing the pack into his front pocket along with the Baggie of weed and his lighter. His iPhone pinged from where it sat, firstly seeing that Eliza, a girl he'd occasionally fool around with had texted him and the other one being from none other than Summer from about an hour ago. Smiling he read her words, he would always take care of her. Well a hero has to save a damsel in distress ;) Martin mentioned a party at his parents lake house, idk tho let me text him. I'm ready for whatever this day throws at me, last night was a bust we got to fuck shit up tonight. he clicked send and threw his phone onto his bed before turning to his closet. Once again he opted for a soft tee, this time white. He paired it with slim fit khaki's, cuffing them at the ankles so the hem neatly framed his ankles to meet the brim of the dark grey suede boots he wore. Once again he adorned his wrist with bracelets, and his tan Fossil watch.

Snatching a black button down sweater, Kaleb remembered to grab his phone and wallet on his way out. The maid was cleaning in the living room as he thundered down the steps past her, avoiding eye contact. He was sure he looked hung over, but some left overs would set him right. Like any boy so righteously should on a day after getting fucked up, he delighted in his feast. Shrimp in lobster rice over rice? Gone. Cheesecake? Gone. Pesarattu? Ha - like it had a chance. However as the boy leaned back in his seat, rubbing his belly in content, he couldn't resist cursing his father's traditional ways restricted pork or steak being available at home. A prime rib sounded real good right now.

Laughing to himself, Kaleb left the mess for the maid to clean up and walked out the house. The drugs still had a morning after affect - like idgaf X 10 kind of way. His father had long ago taken away the car from Kaleb, hiding the keys somewhere Kaleb had yet to find.

He grabbed his bike from the garage, wheeling it down his driveway and pausing to call Dante - the Xanax connect.

"yo."

The answer was short, as usual. Squinting into the sun Kaleb said "I need 50." Kaleb simply said. He had $87 in his pocket, so this deal would leave him with $37 in cash and a worry free day. Well worth the cash.

"Yea I'll be there in 15."

That was the one thing Kaleb always enjoyed about dealers, they were always short and to the point. Hanging up, Kaleb put his phone in his pocket and began to peddle to the run down bridal shop 16 blocks over to meet Dante. Unfortunately his horrible smoking habit made Kaleb become short of breath easily, even with such a mild exercise. Nevertheless when he reached the meeting point and Dante wasnt there, once again Kaleb sparked another square.

He sat on the ledge against the metal door next to the brick wall after resting his bike down. His eyes stayed alert as he waited, throwing the cigarette down the alley once it was finished. Finally the drug dealer came into sight, Kaleb withdrew his wallet and withdrew the $50, smiling as the man approached him. "What up, you good?" They exchanged their belongings in a slick hand shake/hug hybrid, idly chatting for a moment before Kaleb said - "Alright Man, I'm going to see you."

Dante nodded, "Aight Kale - here, take this blunt, for being such a good customer." Dante pulled a fresh foil pack of white owls with most likely a prerolled blunt. It hasn't been the first time Dante had done that, Kaleb did love his Xanax and weed. "Thanks bruh." Kaleb said, taking the foil pack and stuffing it into his pocket. Dante turned to walk toward the other end of the alley as Kaleb began to bike toward by where Maddie lived.


To: Mads
Good morning beautiful, wake and bake?

If she wouldn't hit him back up before he reached her house, Kaleb had no problem clambering up to her window to make his presence known. Wouldn't be the first time he had woken up his friends by knocking on their window ready to pass them a blunt.