I didn’t remember our text conversation from the night before, so I was freaked out when I heard the knocking at my front door. I peaked out my bedroom window, but didn’t see anything weird. I left my bedroom and went to the front door of my apartment. Through the peephole, I saw my brother.
“What the fuck? It’s so early!” I yelled at him after opening the door.
“We were going for a run, remember?”
“Shit. I forgot.”
“Clearly. Go get dressed.”
I definitely couldn’t go running dressed like I was. A spaghetti strapped babydoll top and panties wasn’t going to cut it. I left my brother in my living room and returned to my bedroom. I opened my dresser and dug around for a minute for something else. I didn’t find anything.
I walked across the room to my closet and got down on my knees. I flipped through the big pile of dirty clothes on the floor for a minute. I found some black leggings and a pink sports bra. I gave them a sniff. Oh Jesus. Oh well, I’m going to get sweaty from the run anyway.