6: November

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I woke up feeling how I always did when I woke up: Exhausted.

It took me a few minutes to smell the smoke. I jolted out of my bed, not caring that I was topless. My first instinct was to go into Katie's room, not remembering that she was probably still passed out downstairs with a massive hangover. Only when I saw Olivia did I remember what happened last night. It's a good thing she was still sleeping, I can't deal with her and a fire at the same time.

The smoke was getting worse, I began to cough. I quickly shut Katie's bedroom door and jogged downstairs. What a surprise. The first thing I saw was an iron, turned on, flat on a pair of white jeans. For fucks sake.

I ran over and lifted the iron up. The jeans were wrecked and I could tell the iron had been left there for a good 10 minutes.

"KATIE. WHAT THE FUCK?" I shouted.
She came moping into the room from the kitchen, holding her head in pain. "Shut up, Nathan." she whined quietly.
I snapped the iron off and threw the jeans at her face, walking back upstairs.  I heard her scream in frustration.
"Sort yourself out."

I instantly regretted shouting when I got to the top of the staircase. We had woken our guest up.
"Er.." I began, not sure how to explain to someone how they managed to wake up in a strangers house.
"Who the hell are you?" She demanded, taking a step back.

I couldn't help but laugh at that, because it only made her bang into Katie's bedroom door.

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