As Garett and I had planned, I met up with him in the afternoon to get his car washed. I took a Grab going there. When I arrived, he was already there and they had started cleaning his car.
“Why’d you even ask me to come?” I asked, frowning.
“I don’t know. It’s boring waiting alone. Plus, I’m buying new shoes. Come with me.”
After the car wash, we headed to the mall. His car smelled really nice—like no germs or bacteria ever existed in it. Just fresh and clean.
Anyway, we met JT at the shoe store. Being with the two of them, I looked like a kid. Imagine—I only reached their chest. And their height really stood out. People kept glancing at us as we walked by.
"We had the car washed. His friend threw up in my car,” Garett said out of nowhere.
My brows furrowed at what he said. He reall
