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7

Hayes's POV

So I was drunk. I knew this when I stopped stuttering and when I stopped worrying.

There was a cat so I found a pillow case, threw the cat in the pillow case, and yelled

"ITS A PILLOW, ITS A PET, ITS A PILLOW PET"

This is what I mean. I didt know what I was doing. Everything was just so funny and I wast worried at all.

"Hayes are you ok?" Mal said. "Yea you look really....weird" Taylor said as the guys started walking up to see what was wrong.

I didt feel good anymore.

"Mal is this normal?" I said.

"What? How are you feeling?" She said.

"I'm gonna-" I started.

"Oh shit he's gonna throw up." Mal said and grabbed my elbow, running me through a hall way to a bathroom.

And I threw up.

Like three times.

I turned to Mal. "Is this n-" "yea." She cut me off.

It felt better not to be stuttering and shy and all. But I knew I'd regret it in the morning.

"Mal-can I just have more punch?" I said. "More punch, more beer, more vomit. And a bigger head ache tommorow. You sure about that?" She said.

I got up and went and drank more punch.

Then....