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Chapter 36

~A/N~

So this is a short, apparently important filler chapter that I wasn't really planning to write, but felt the need to, since some people think Monica is going to tell Lorena about the dare/her and Louis' fun night. Oh my God.
In other news, the Wattpad app on my phone keeps messing with me, so if you have any questions or anything really, I recommend contacting me on Twitter, @funkystyles_ :) Ok, enjoy now!

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"Zach," I heard my name being called for the umpteenth time in the last 20 minutes, but I kept pretending like I was asleep.

"Zach?" Ugh, I hated how persistent he was. Seriously, why don't you just leave a person alone when they're sleeping? Or at least pretending to?

"Zach!"

I let out a sharp breath as I felt a soft object against the side of my head, indicating that Louis had just smacked me with a pillow.

The dickhead.

"I'm up, I'm up!" I shouted and turned on my back, my hands in the air for a few seconds before falling down on my stomach. I sighed, accepting the fact that I wasn't going to get anymore sleep, and finally opened my eyes.

I was a little startled to see my best friend practically hanging over me, with a wide grin on his face. "Louis," I said softly. "Are you mad?"

"No," He retorted sharply, acting all offended. "I'm just bored."

"Can't you call Lorena or something? I'm really tired."

He grimaced. "I did call her, and she's at church. So I'm gonna need you to entertain me."

I frowned, and looked at my wristwatch that was on the nightstand. Hm, 9:20am on Sunday, pretty normal time to be at church, I thought as I buckled it around my wrist.

"Alright then," I said through another sigh, letting my forearms fall on my torso again. "You've other friends, Lou, I'm sure Rhys or Ollie would hang out with you, yeah?"

"No," He said again, shaking his head just the slightest. "It's nine on a Sunday morning, no one's insane enough to hang out with me at this time... Except you!"

I groaned as Louis grinned, and tried to turn on my side, but Louis pulled me on my back, again.

"Come on," He whined. "We'll just talk."

"Talk?" I repeated quietly, as Louis stood up and went to the teeny kitchen. "When I last checked, I'm the gay one, Lou."

"Oh," Louis laughed, surprising me, as he carried two cups of soda and gave me one. "Not from what I've heard and seen last night."

I almost choked on my morning drink as Louis finished his sentence; what did that even mean? Did he see me with Monica the previous evening? Did he recognize her? Oh God, if he-

"So, who is she?" Louis interrupted my thoughts, and I lightly shook my head. If I told him, he'd kill me. That's all. One moment I'd be here, breathing the same air as him, and the next one I'd be drinking water from God's toilet.

"Tell me!" He exclaimed when I remained quiet for a few long seconds, bouncing on my bed. I started fidgeting my hands as my heart rate increased, which wasn't a very good thing after I've just woken up.

I mean, would he really kill me if I told him I was having a thing with Monica? Sure, he'd be angry, and maybe injure me, but I don't think he'd want to carry me on his soul for the rest of his life.

"Um, i-it's nothing," I lied, trying to get him off my back, since I really didn't want to make something up.

"Nothing?" He said in disbelief. "From what I saw, she was blonde, hot, and you were sucking her face off, Zachary, so don't lie to me."