³You don¶t have much in your fridge,´ Brendan notes, his head still peeringinside.³Cabinets are pretty bare too,´ Sean adds, standing in front of two open woodencabinet doors.I close my eyes and rub them, hoping that this is all just a bad dream. I turn toBrian, who¶s giving me a sheepish look through his long, dirty blonde hair that covers his baggy eyes. ³You wanna check my pantry closet?´He shrugs. ³We did 20 minutes ago, you didn¶t have anything.´My head throbs. ³Jesus, you guys have been here for 20 minutes?´³We¶ve been here for close to two hours,´ Sean answers, shutting the cabinetdoors. ³We tried waking you, but you were dead asleep.´³What time is it?´³Quarter of eleven.´³Okay,´ I say, scratching my head and shutting my eyes to block out light. ³Doyou guys just want to go out for breakfast then?´³Yeah,´ Sean agrees. ³I know this good place for breakfast. It¶s small but reallycheap, although we should go now, they stop serving breakfast at 11:30.´³I know the place you¶re talking about I think,´ Brendan says, shutting the fridgeand taking a gulp of orange juice out of the bottle. ³We should get going.´³Let me go get my stuff from my room,´ I grumble, turning around to leave thekitchen. I walk towards the stairs, my skin feeling like damp, tight clothes as I move. As Iwalk up the stairs, I notice Brian following at me.³What¶s up?´ my crackly voice asks him. I don¶t think I¶ve ever been this parchedin my life.³Nothing man,´ he replies. He¶s decked out in full skate apparel today, from plaid-blue shorts to a hemp necklace and checkered hat. ³I just wanted to see how youwere doing.´³Hung over,´ I answer as we walk into my room. He waits at the doorway as Icollect my essentials off of my nightstand ± cell phone, keys, wallet, iPod ± and throw ona day old t-shirt.