[ WP ] Write a story that ends with `` The Best time to wear a stripped sweater is all the time . ''

`` I look fucking ridiculous.'' I could feel the lines on my forehead drying out my frail, winter skin as I gave Andres my best Jaden Smith impression. 
 
 `` Just wear it, pussy.'' That goddamn voice. Jesus. He was in the bathroom with that flickering industrial-ass light probably trying to apply his mascara, as if the frosted bathroom window would n't do the job. 
 
 Keep in mind that Andres was flaming. This is a liberal arts school, in New York, so gay dudes should n't be a huge deal, but the truth is you just do n't get much of that shit out in VA. It was only January of my first semester and I'd already seen enough gay shit to last me a lifetime, and to decide that I did n't and never will fuck with that. 
 
 `` Nice coat, you shitter.'' He was probably wearing an $ 100 pea coat or some shit: one you could get at a thrift store easy, but nope, probably used his mom's card again for that shit, just like the `` scars are a sign of strength'' tattoo he got back in October. What a fucking brat. 
 
 `` Thanks, babe.'' Was that a winky-face emoji I just visualized? This dude's untouchable; he's probably heard it all, to be fair. 
 
 I wish I knew what happened to my fucking shirt. My Underoath tee. I was apparently super drunk and lost it somehow, which is totally unlike me. Also, I ended up in this faggot's apartment at 3PM the next day, and now I got ta wear his, fucking, striped sweater, that may as well be a belly shirt. What has my life come to? 
 
 It took Andres about 3 minutes to open his front door, at least that's what it seemed like, and the most blinding, gray light had to pour in after that. One step outside, and I could already feel the white flakes of skin fanning off my inflamed forehead in this brutal wind amongst my painful squinting. 
 
 We fucking made it to Starby's, somehow. Jesus, there's nothing better than taking that first step into the place and out of that goddamn cold. No one told me this shit about New York. Only that it was `` so exciting!'' No mentions of it being colder than Jack Frost's, fucking, tits in the winter. Probably hot as fuck in the summer too. 
 
 By then I had forgotten I had this stupid thing on, though. That was, until I heard a `` see?'' from behind me in line to get this coffee I was dying for. 
 
 `` I told you!'' No shit, Andre must've screamed at the top of his lungs, in that fucking voice, `` THE BEST TIME TO WEAR A STRIPED SWEATER, IS ALL THE TIME!'' 
 
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