My Life as an Awoken

"You tried out the VR today?"

"Yeah I only meant to play for an hour or so just to get a feel for it, but I ended up playing for 5 whole hours."

"5 hours!? Seriously?"

"Yeah, they were really good. Surprisingly good."

"Wait, you played for 5 hours?"

"Yeah?"

"When did you wake up? That you had 5 hours to play games."

"Um... I don’t know the exact time, maybe around 7?"

"7 in the morning? You are going to be exhausted later. Why did you get up so early?"

"I went to sleep a little after 12, and woke up around 7. That’s at least a full 6 hours. That’s plenty of sleep."

"Thats crazy. I would be a zombie on 6 hours of sleep."

"I used to last on only 2 hours of sleep when I went to college."

"How?"

"I don’t know. I would just stay up until the early morning then realize I would have class in a few hours. So I would take a quick power nap and I would be good to go."

"What were you even doing?"

"Watching anime, reading manga? Oh, I remember once I was watching a live streamed concert for Kill Said The Prophet. Because it was happening in Japan the timezones were crazy off so it was the early morning that I was watching that. I think I was still in high school when that happened."

"So you’ve been that way for a while."

"Yeah... I mean I have gotten better about it. I usually get a full 8 hours of sleep a night."

"Well, it’s good that you are being healthier"

"You’re talking like you have never stayed up late."

"I have, just not to the same degree."

...

We continued to make idle conversation while we were on our way to the car meet. Sometimes chatting, other times laughing, we had a good vibe the entire ride there.

But, we were finally there.

We had arrived at the car meet.

It was a lively scene, with tons of people, all chatting and having a good time looking at the many cool modded cars.

We slowly drove down the lane waiting for people to move out of the way so we could advance to the very end of the line of show cars.

"It seems like we are kinda late?" I pondered aloud.

"We shouldn’t be, the show starts at 11."

"That’s kinda late. I wonder why they decided on that time?"

"Well, the official car show was today, or this morning. But that car show has to be for all ages, because families with kids will show up. So things like alcohol and dress code are strictly monitored or banned outright."

"So the car meet is like the after party for adults only."

"Yep, alcohol, near nudity, and swearing. All the things adults love to indulge in."

"But, why 11? Couldn’t they have started at 10?"

"Nope. They start at 11 because of the city curfew for minors."

"Theres a curfew?"

"Most counties have curfews. I guess you didn’t know that. Never snuck out at night?"

"Oh, no. I did. I just never got caught. Though that would explain why the cops were out looking for us that one night. I thought we didn’t break any laws that night. Whoops."

"Aww. I thought you were a little goody two shoes."

"Nope, a hardened gangsta, a man of the streets."

"Pff. Sure you are."

With that we got out of the car. Layla opened the car hood and turned on the LED strip lights illuminating the engine bay of the car in blue and pink hues.

"Wow. You must have spent a fortune on parts."

The engine really was modded to perfection. The entire engine bay was filled with the new engine and added modifications.

"Nope. I mean it was a lot. But not nearly what it should have. I have some connections with a few scrap yards and when they find some diamonds they give me a call first."

"Nice. That must save a ton."

"You bet it does."

While we were talking about the engine and the mods she had added to the car a small group of people walked over to us.

"Layla! Hey~!"

A girl with pink hair wearing just about nothing came bouncing over. She was wearing a bikini top with a micro skirt and fish net stockings. Even with a modest chest it was about to bounce free. Little was left to imagination with how revealing she dressed.

But that really showed off her tattoos, which she was covered in. Almost her entire body had tattoos except for her face, which instead had a plethora of piercings. Nose, septum, eye brow, ears, lips and even her tongue had piercings.

I could only imagine what else was pierced since her belly button was and her bikini top didn’t hide the two other piercings.

I didn’t know where to look so I diverted my attention to the group of four following behind her.

All of which are more appropriately dressed.

But before I can Layla hugs the girls and starts talking, "Hey Samantha! You’re looking like a little slut today. Man hunting?"

"Of course, you know me. But what about you, you little hussy? Who’s this?" Samantha said while pointing at me.

"This is a guy I met recently, Elijah."

Sigh.

If I can’t avoid it then I will just have to power through with strong eye contact.

"Ah... Hello I’m Elijah ..., but you can just call me Eli. I only just met Layla recently but I already know how good of a friend you have here." I said while shaking all of their hands.

Samantha smirked and said, "I know right. She’s a beaut."

I then got introduced to the others.

Mariana, she was a short, thick girl wearing black jeans and a black concert hoodie. She was mixed between Hispanic and Black. The only real downside to her appearance was the massive amounts of makeup she had caked on. Otherwise she was a pretty girl.

Seth, Mariana’s boyfriend, was just as short as her and was the pastiest white guy I have ever seen. They both were only about 5 foot 2 inches.(157.5 cm) He was wearing blue jeans and a white polo shirt.