"Let's go."
Fuse interrupts my laziness and nudges me to get off the bean bag.
"Huh?"
"We're going shopping."
"Shopping for what?"
"Um....clothes."
"I have clothes."
"No, I have clothes. We can't have the same wardrobe forever, girl. And I know you got paid yesterday, so no excuses."
I throw on a pair of Maverick's sneakers-Fuse's are too small, while his are big but comfortable enough to walk in-and follow her out the door and to the car.
"Hey, speaking of getting paid, thanks for covering all my bank stuff. You know, making it look like I never left." "Oh, yeah that's nothing."
Fuse quietly starts chuckling to herself while fastening her seat belt,
"Yo, do you remember how we went to one of Mav's friends from high school to forge your birth certificate?"
"What?!"
"Yeah man, we just told people you migrated here on your own. Which is the truth, no?"
Hm. I guess I am an immigrant. Wait-
"What did you put as my place of birth?"