Hi guys, it's Harry Louverne at your service today. No more beating around the bushes, let's get straight to the point because today I've finally gotten myself some screen time and I will not let it go to waste.

If you're American, you all may know that each school is able to allocate a small number of days which are reserved for staff training. These teacher training days are set at each school's discretion.

If you're not American, each American school is able to allocate a small number of days which are reserved for staff training. These teacher training days are set at each school's discretion.

So, at that time, we don't go to school for that one week! So, we decided to do our BAND PRACTICE! And that's how we spent our entire week.

I can play both the guitar and the keyboard. Awesome, right? So, I held my guitar and so did Brandon. Kate had his bass with him and Jaden used brother's drums. We were in my house's basement.

"Alright, boys, here we go," Brandon said and we started playing. We had been practicing the same song for a week now. Tomorrow were the auditions for the new band.
"HARRY! GO BUY NEW SOME EGGS!" Mom interrupted us.

"Mom, I'm practicing" I said. This is so embarrassing.
"Harry Louverne, I DO NOT CARE!"

Well, that happened. Today, we have the auditions. I woke up in the morning and crawled out of the room. I reached the bathroom, half asleep and took my toothbrush.

The toothbrush slipped from my hand and fell on the floor.

You know the lazy rule—When you can't reach what you dropped, you don't need it anymore. What if it's your phone?

"Yeah! Gonna brush without a toothbrush real quick like woosh woosh! When will my fingers come to use?" I laid the toothpaste on my finger.

I took out my phone from my pocket and dropped it in the bathtub. I picked it up with my feet. Mom yelled at me but I was too hard vibing that I don't remember paying attention to her.

I was still half asleep and checked my messages.

@Womanisingdouchebag

Oh! Brandon texted.

"Hey! I found great stuff on YouTube. Here's the link—"
I opened the link and saw a vine of a man shaving a cat.

"What the hell is this? Is this supposed to be funny or does it have some other meaning?"

I saw a better video in my recommendations and clicked it.
YouTube said—This video is not available in your country.

"OH WHERE AM I THEN? NARNIA?" I shouted at YouTube. I went back to watching the video which Brandon had sent. As I couldn't understand what it meant, I texted him back,

"What is it supposed to mean?"
His reply was instant, he is online all the goddamn time. How free is this dude?

We all have that one friend who's free as fuck and always online but still manages to get better grades than you...

@Womanisingdouchebag
"You didn't get it? It's a man shaving a pussy,"

...We all have that one friend who always thinks of everything in a dirty way.

"OH GOSH! YOU RUINED MY DAY!" I shouted. So, I texted him.

"Hey, I found gay porn. Want that?"

I had sent a risky text and Brandon's unpredictable. He didn't reply for another five minutes and then went offline. I kept my phone aside and shouted "WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"

"What have you done?" Brother stood beside me in his black boxers. I present to you, morning Louise, who is pretty much naked in the morning and moves around the house in his boxers.

I was WIDE AWAKE NOW!

He yawned and scratched his head. He looked around, "Have you seen my hair trimmer? I need to shave but I can't find it anywhere," He looked inside the closet.

"No. I DON'T EVEN HAVE FACIAL HAIR! WHAT ARE YOU EXPECTING?"

"Don't tell me you shaved down under with my trimm—"
"I've got a personal trimmer for it!"
"Oh! Found it" Brother applied the shaving foam on his face.

He paused and looked at me while I gaped at him and his masculine magnificence in awe.
"...Can I have a shaving moment?" He asked.
"Oh, yes, of course!" I said awkwardly and quickly walked towards the bathtub.

I took a bath while brother shaved and when I was done, the most horrifying thought crossed my mind.

I had forgotten the towel.

Now was the time for a bath mat scoot dance. I jumped out of the bathtub, over the mat and began jumping.

...I didn't realise that brother was still there. He looked at me with his eyes wide open. I stopped awkwardly. I was butt naked, doing a weird dance on the floor.

"...Are you epileptic?" He asked.
"No, I just don't have a towel,"
Brother looked at my crotch, "I did not wanted to see that first thing in the morning. Now I'm depressed,"

I jumped back inside the tub and hid behind the curtain, "I need a towel,"
"Then just go get it, Harry"

...I hate everything. Seriously, I'll just go out naked. Then, they will give me towel the next time. I stood there blankly while he left the bathroom.

Now, I only had three options—

A) I wipe myself with my underwear and then wear it which is extremely gross. WHY IS IT EVEN AN OPTION?!

B) I walk upstairs to my room, in an underwear and then find the towel and wipe myself.

C) Shout until someone hears me and get me a towel. And then I shout for hours but nobody hears EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE ALL RIGHT THERE!

"MOM!" I shrieked as if the world was ending. My mouth was so wide, Kermit would be sexually attracted towards me.

It took me a while to realise that it ain't happening, boys. Nobody ain't coming to help this naked soul.
I SERIOUSLY PITY MYSELF!

Suddenly, I looked at the toilet paper.
No, no Harry, no.

But,

It's better than wiping yourself with your underwear. I walked out of the bathtub and wiped myself with the toilet paper. Suddenly, the door opened and brother marched in with a towel in his hand.

He stopped and looked at me. He had seen a lot for one morning. He threw the towel on my face and left the bathroom.

I WANNA KILL MYSELF BY DROWNING MYSELF IN THE TOILET! But the toilet seat had a sign of "do not swim"
God fucking dammit! Heaven is against me today!

After the breakfast, brother and I went to school. He dropped me in his car. I took a deep sigh, "I wish more people would notice me,"

"Hey~" Brandon said as he walked towards me.
"Not you go away" I walked towards the school building.

Brandon was soon surrounded by girls while I walked towards the newly fitted glass door in the middle of the hall. Looks like our school is too high on funds!

"Hi Harry," Daisy Carpenter said as she walked towards me.
"Hello Daisy" I smiled.
"Our school is collecting funds for donating them to poor children. Would you like to contribute?"

"Sure, I've got some old Louis Vuitton shoes and an old I-pad that I don't really use. I'll get them tomorrow" I said.
"Alright, thanks!" She said.

I turned back and saw Kate Roberts who stood in front of the glass door.
He pushed the door with maximum force.

"You gotta pull, bro," A random guy, sitting with a group of other guys, said.
"Oh thanks. My next option was to lift it" Kate said, sarcastically.

"What's with this jerk? Rude ass nigga," The random guy said.
"Wow! Wow, dude, you used the n-word, you ain't black. You can't use a racial slur"
"I don't mind it," A black dude said.
"He is a racial slur,"
"...Bruh,"

"Bro, you're cancelled,"
"I couldn't give two fucks about that,"
I walked towards Kate.
"Kate Roberts,"
He looked at me.
"Do you love to be hated?" I asked .
"I just hate most people." Kate said.

Suddenly, Daisy walked towards Kate, "You are Kate Roberts?! I thought she was a girl. Anyways nice to meet you. My name is Daisy Carpenter"

"And you are Daisy Carpenter? I thought it was a flower stuck up in a carpenter's butt. Anyways not very nice to meet you. You already know my name" Kate said.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" Daisy said "Our school is collecting funds for donating them to poor children. Would you like to contribute—"

"I am poor." Kate said, "WHY AM I NOT GETTING DONATED ANY SHIT? I WANT A PS4!"

Daisy walked away.

"So, wassup?" I said as we both walked towards our locker.

"Don't ask. I'm so done with my life. Anna is on diet and because of that, I've been forced to eat only salads for all three meals since the last three days" Kate said.

"That seems harsh. I don't understand why girls as so obsessed with their weight?" I said.

"It's just that...You know, the worst thing about weight gain is loss of self confidence" Kate said.
Kate bro, that's deep.
You say some awesome stuff sometimes.

I looked at his shoes. It was again those blue, denim jordans with a pair of striped jeans and a black T-shirt. Have I ever told you guys that I love the way Kate dresses up? No homo but he takes fashion legit. Periodt.

"Yeah, we got our auditions today," He said.
"I'm going straight there," I said.
"Me too,"

The instruments were already set on the stage in the auditorium. Brother, MJ, Malcolm and Jerome sat in a row as judges.
"Hi Katty!" Brandon waved at us. It was our turn already?!

Kate and I picked up our instruments.
"Well, hey guys," MJ smiled at us, "I guess we don't need to ask your names,"
"I don't think so," Brandon said.

"Know that we won't be partial," Louise said, "If you sound shit, then that's what you get,"
"Also, is this an original?" Malcolm asked us.

"Yep!" Brandon said.
"Brandon, you're the bandleader?"
"No, it's Kate,"
"ME?!"
Kate seemed nervous.

"Then, let him talk," Jerome said.
"Okay," Brandon looked at Kate.
"Anyways, let's not waste time. Just start," Louise said.
Kate looked at Malcolm.

Malcolm smiled, "Good luck, boys,"
Brandon whispered in the mic, "Maniac,"
And Kate began singing. Brandon gave the backing vocals.

"Reminded me of Chelsea," Malcolm said.
Kate laughed, "I know, right?"

After that, we walked towards our locker and I found Hanah Washington standing in front of my locker.
"Hi Hanah," I stood in front of my locker.

"Harrison, could we please meet up in the gym in the lunch break today?" She asked.

That's probobly a death threat...But what if it isn't.
What if it is A CONFESSION!

(Yeah but it's probably not for you.
Am I ruining the mood on purpose?
Yes)

-To be continued

Young Harry
All I Want is you baby