Shane Dawson FanFic Part UNO

Shane Dawson FanFic
Chapter UNO

My iPhone started ringing loudly. Ugh. It was my alarm and right now I wasn't inn the mood. I leaned over to try shut it up, but then realised. I put it on the box, next to the box, next to the box which was at the other end of my new room. I sighed and propped myself up, rubbing my eyes. I knew that today I would try and sleep more, but I had to get up, so I put my phone across the room on one of the many boxes and decided that was the best way to get up. That way I would have to actually get up and cross the room, resulting in me waking myself up... Maybe.

'Shut up shut up shut up' I said, tapping at my iPhone furiously. But as soon as I switched off my alarm, someone decided to convinently call me. I groaned, WHY? The Doctor Who Theme tune kept playing, and I finally accepted the call.
'Gurl, why the f*ck are you not picking up yo DAMN phone?' said a ghetto voice at the other side. I laughed. I knew who this was, this was my BFF Shane Dawson who I had known through friends. We had met at this party, well a birthday party for our friend Brittani. (who I knew because I had seen her drawing in the park, and long story short, we talked and became instant besties.) Anyways, I didn't know a lot of people and I had decided to get a coke and sit down somewhere. In the end I found a corner, with yay! A seat. I slumped down on the sofa and opened the can, sipping away. Then someone sat next to me. It was Shane. We started talking, and well it was the same with meeting Brittani, we got on so well, we've been BFF's ever since.

'Sorry I just got up.' I apoligized.
'Yeah me too, I woke up specially early for you though.' he said, then quickly added 'Why are you up so late, it's 10am!'
'10am isn't THAT late, and excuse me I just moved from England to America OFFICALLY. Not just like last time for 6 months.' I said, yawning.
'Okay, fair enough, hey wanna meet me at Starbucks and have a coffee, then I, your amazing friend will help you unpack!' Shane said, putting on a Britsh accent for the last part.
'Sure, oh my God, I don't know which box has my clothes in it.' I sad looking around.
'I remember when I had moved to my apartment, I was like that. Couldn't find my boxers, had to go comando.' He said, chuckling slightly.
'Shane, that, even for me, was a little too much info.' I laughed. 'See ya!'
'Bye hot stuff!' Shane said. I laughed and we hung up.

Now which box had my clothes?