Arranged to Marry a Guitar God

I walked off of the plane and outside to the spot Syn told me to meet him at. But as I looked around I didn’t see anyone. I don’t have money for a taxi. I have money but I have to find an ATM and even if I did that I don’t know where Syn lives.

3 hours and 15 phone calls later

Johnny: Jaz, wake up.
Me: Where the hell is Syn?
Johnny: (Looking at his feet) Passed out. But come on I am going to take you home ok?
Me: Whatever. I can’t believe him. He forgot to come get me. How stupid can he be?
Johnny: Calm down it isn’t just his fault all of us got smashed last night.

30 minutes later we pull up to Syn’s house
We walked into the house.

Matt: Hey Jaz. Have a nice flight?
Me: How the hell do you people get into this house all the time?
Matt: We all have keys. Duh.
Me: Ok hand them over cuz I am not waking up and seeing all your ugly ass excluding Val she can keep a key.

(The guys handed over their keys)

Me: Thank you very much. Can ya’ll leave please and come over later on I have some things I have to get done.