DATE : 2nd FEBRUARY, 2016
TIME : 6.07 a.m
PLACE : BROOK'S HOUSE
I woke up with a hangover that took over my entire head and body and body parts.My mouth was wide open with spit over the edges, and i couldn't move my jaw because it was open the whole time i was asleep. This happened to me lots of times and i fucking hate it.
I look beside me and Josey's laying in his again, weird and uncomfortable-yet actually comfortable sleeping position. He's wearing a white tee and boxers with a coca cola picture on his ass.
I was wearing the scorpions tee and some short shorts from h&m. I take a look at the guy next to Josey. Its Mark.
Don't you fucking dare think that it was a threesome last night. Because it wasn't. Even if it was it wouldn't be any of your business.
A couple of people were laying on the floor. I could see Tony, Zanfer, Hannah, Lolita and Cole. I could barely recognize Hannah and Lolita with their hair covering their faces.
Oh Lolita, why the fuck is she so pretty? Like really. If i could wake up everyday and see that in the mirror i would just get in bed with myself. Im not saying that my other best friends aren't pretty, but Lolita just has something that lures people on to her. I envy her.
I go to the Zanfer's kitchen and open up a new carton of milk. The one in the fridge is still half full, but theres no doubt in my mind that Zanfer drank from the carton. He has terrible hygiene. Except for his dental hygiene, his teeth are perpecttt.
I check the kitchen cabinets Gw , no pancake mix? Well shit then. Gotta make a fresh batch pf pancake mix. I take out 2 eggs, 2 cups of flour, a tbs of sugar and a tsp of salt and baking soda.
It was practically impossible to find the baking soda due to the fact that the cabinets as well as the fridge is unorganized. Not from the party but because he just likes it that way and his parents don't have the time to check the cabinets.
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