I cant even... Connor Franta. (fan fiction of course)

Huh, what, who? (Connor's point of view. #5)

*Connor's P.O.V.* 

Why is it so f-ing bright in here...? I slowly raise my head up from the position I was in and in the process opened my eyes. "Where am I?" I coughed, feeling queasy. Kian strolled in without his shirt, and rubbed his head. 

"Morning." He yawned. Oh, this is Kian's house. I totally forgot. I'm forgetting a lot of things. What happened last night? 

"Hey..?" I said with a bit of question in my voice. 

"What?" He asked. 

"I don't remember anything from last night... I think I drank too much." I explained to Kian, slumping back against the couch I figured I spent the night on. 

"Well. We had a party with the rest of Our Second Life. You, me, Sam, Ricky, and J.C. Trevor couldn't make it though...." He paused then continued on, "And you were completely smashed last night. You were acting like a douche the whole time."

"Oh..." I tried to think of anything that could spark a memory from last night. Suddenly I felt a pain from my left cheek. I touched it and it stung... Did I get hit last night? 

"Yeah. Some girl smacked you cause you made a move on them." Kian read my mind while leaving the living room for some coffee. "I'll get you a cup." 

A move on them? Oh. Now I remember kissing someone. Crap, I was so hammered I didn't even mean to. Now I feel even worse than the hangover I already have. Kian reentered the room with a mug in each hand. He passed the blue-ish looking one to me. I accepted it with a nod.

"About this girl, do you know why I kissed her? Or anything about her?" He swallowed his drink before he replied. 

"Well, you guys had previously had an argument, so she felt bad and asked me where you were so she could apologize. I pointed her towards you, and next thing I know she's walking away from the hallway with a pissed look on her face, and you're covering your cheek. So. I don't exactly know why you kissed her." He finished. 

Man. I hate being drunk. I've never had so much alcohol in my life. Anything I said to her could have been taken the wrong way. That queasy feeling set in deeper. I felt like I was gonna puke. 

"Hayden. That's what her name was," He announced, snapping his fingers. "She came with Isabelle from my history class." 

"I feel awful, man. I need to apologize." I rolled my head back to stare at the ceiling. 

"I need my hat back." He smiled. 

"What?" 

"Isabelle took my hat. It's like my favorite one."

"You're honestly more concerned about a hat right now..?"

"Bro, did you not hear me? It's my FAVORITE hat!" He pushed my feet off of his lap. 

"Well then. I suppose we need to find these girls." 

"I suppose we do." Kian agreed. 

~Author's note: I changed it up! Connor's P.O.V. Sorry it's so short, I had trouble with how he acts and talks. They'll be more of these to come though! I hope you enjoyed. Thank you so much for 40 reads. .xx next chapter will come out soon.~