Which was fucking crazy considering the phone call with Pirate was later today. That meant the official end of Generation Rejects in its current incarnation. I was sad for the band to be over, but at the same time I was ready for whatever came next. Even though I didn’t know exactly what that was. I got up at seven. I hadn’t been up that early since I was a kid and hadn’t ye discovered how awesome sleeping in was. I showered and dressed, checking my phone for messages. Garrett had left me one a few hours ago saying that his flight came in around seven-thirty. I thought about calling Gracie. There was so much I wanted to say to her. We had a lot to sort out and it was way past due. After leaving Jordan’s last night I had driven to Sophie’s house. She had met me outside, per usual. “You ready to go?” she asked, heading towards my passenger side door.
