A loud knocking came from the door, filling you will dread. Quickly scanning yourself over, "I can be seen like this," you flustered under your breath.
John felt as rush as he propelled his way to and though the front room, and up the stairs, stumbling more and more on the ridiculous heels he now wore, but stood back up, repeating the same thought over and over again in his head, "I've got to get changed."
A step away from the stairs, he heard the same knock, causing a shock, as he trip on his clear heels again, landing on the stairs with a loud thud, "OW," he cried, grabbing onto the hand rail, and pulling him self up with both arms, only just keeping him self steady.
A wave of dread, worse then the first one washed over John, as the sound of metal scratching, interlocking and clicking sounded behind him, and the door sung open, John swiveled his head around to see his friend Steve was at the door, "Crap, he say me," John thought.
"Glad to see you made it home last night, John," he says slipping the key to your front door in his pocket, "Are you alright, it sounded lie you fell down."
"Why didn't he say anything?" "I'm...Fine," John claim on shaky knees.
Steve gave a puzzled look, and seemed lost for words, "You sober, but your legs seem drunk at least," he laughed.
"It's these stupid heel, and these pants are doing anything to help," John complain.
"Are you sure your alright, maybe you should sit down."
John blushed, and with a hushed tone, "Could you help?"
Steve smiled, and grabbed John's hand, and though it over his shoulder, pulling John up, giving him support, although each step was still uneasy
"You must be really drunk," he laughed.
John grunted, "Why do you think I've been drinking, maybe it's because these heels are impossible to walk in."
"Now I know your drunk, you go every where in heels. That must have been some party," He says as he lays John down in a seat.
"What party!?" John asked, getting frustrated.
"I shout have gone to that party if it did this to you," He says dropping next to you.
"What the heck are you talking about, Steve!?"
"Come on John, your the most party hard guy I know, you asked me to check up on you each morning, to make sure your good the day after. Anyway, perhaps a party would make you feel better, Stacy's little sisters birthday to day, tame for you, but a party nether the less."
"Stacy, the cheerleader?" John asks, "Why would we go there?"
"Well, you look like you could do with a little uplifting, and I want to make a move on the birthday girls sister," He plotted, "So, you coming?"
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