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Taylor's pov

I woke up, and instantly felt a pounding in my head.  I groaned sitting up and taking in my surroundings.  

I was on a couch, yet I was in a bedroom because there was a huge ass bed.  Sitting on it, was a man, and though I didn't exactly remember what happened last night, he probably had something to do with it and I knew his name.

"Where is your bathroom?" I asked urgently, standing up off the couch.  I was still in my outfit from last night, which I suppose is a good thing even if it was uncomfortable.

Colby looked up from his phone, "Good morning," He said with a polite smile but I just stared blankly at him, waiting for an answer, "It's down that hallway on the left. I'll be right back," And with that, he slid off of his bed and walked out of his room.

I ran-walked over to where he pointed and found the bathroom, except no toilet.  However, there was a second door, so I opened that and perfect timing because I could feel yesterday's alcohol intake making a reappearance.

I puked into the toilet before shutting the lid and flushing.  Pausing for a moment, I listened to see if he came back, though I'm sure he didn't.  After proving myself to be right, I pulled out my phone and called Alex, "Hey, where are you?" I said quietly, locking the door and sitting against it on the floor.

"Um, I'm at Xepher's friend's house.  There's like four of them and I woke up on their couch," Alex spoke in a louder tone than I did, and I turned her volume down.

"Yeah, I woke up on a couch too.  But, I'm in this cute guy's bedroom.  And I have no idea what happened yester-" I paused, trying too hard not too think about all the things I could have said, but it all flowed into my mind, "Oh fuck, nevermind," 

I pulled my knees to my chest as she spoke, "Yeah, I asked Xepher about you because she's here too.  She said you're in the Traphouse,"

"Traphouse," I clarified, "So I'm in some drughouse? Is that even, like, legal?" 

She chuckled, "No, actually I think that's just what it's called.  A ton of guys live there with their girlfriends,"

"So some girl is going to come in and wonder why the fuck some random chick is in his bedroom?" I began to bite my nails, a habit that I've tried to break so many times but I couldn't.

"Probably not," Alex said reassuringly, "Because some of them have to be single,"

"Alright, well I'm going to go and try to be social here.  You have fun and call me later or when you're ready to leave," I spoke quickly, focusing back on whether Colby had come back or not.

"Love you babes, good luck with them," She giggled mischievously  as she hung up.

I sat there in silence for a moment before standing up and reaching for the doorknob.  I noticed I still had my shoes on from last night, and I slipped them off, holding them with two fingers, though I was now barefoot in a stranger's house.

My head was still pounding, and my mouth was fucking gross from puking.  I looked around his bathroom for something I could use, since I didn't have a toothbrush here.  

"Yes," I whisper shouted when my eyes found the Listerine. Without thinking about it, I grabbed a disposable mini cup from beside the sink and poured the mouthwash in it, tapping it against the counter and pouring it into my mouth, swishing the strong mint flavor around my mouth.

I put the cap back on the mouthwash before spitting into the sink and rinsing it out so Colby's sink wasn't tinted a light shade of blue.

Perfect timing, I thought as I heard someone coming up the stairs as I left the bathroom.  I set my shoes down next to the couch and I was in the middle of folding the blanket I used when Colby returned.