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"Look at them."
"Hold on, let me get a picture."
"Shhh, you'll wake them!"
"Wait, too late."
I groan and roll over as the sun peeks through the curtains and into my eyes.
My head was already pounding from the party the night before, and I didn't need a bunch of light making it worse.
But when I roll over I run into something hard, the arm I hadn't noticed that was on my waist tightening its grip.
Just from the feeling I could already tell it was Blake.
My heart flutters.
But why are we in the same bed?
"I think she's waking up."
"No shit Sherlock." I say sarcastically to whoever was in my room.
Or was it? It didn't really feel like my bed.
"Can you stop talking already? You're doing my head in." Blake mumbles.
"It's your fault for getting smashed." I recognize it as Parker's.
"We didn't get smashed."
"Yes you did. After you got kicked out of the pool you had like ten shots." George's voice fills the room.
"Like hell I did." Blake mutters. "I never drink that much."
"Well you both were complaining when I brought you by your houses and you said that your parents couldn't see you like this. I grabbed your phones and texted your parents saying that you were staying over here. They were fine with it. When I brought you in here, you both collapsed on the bed immediately."
"So that's why this bed feels funny." I say quickly.
"That's all you heard?"
"No, but that's all I bothered to say."
"Ugh."
"Don't 'ugh' me."
"I'm going to. Go away."
"It's my house." Parker says.
"Wait, where's your parents?"
"They're home."
"Oh god. Watch them tell my parents I'm hungover."
"They won't. They just think you had a rough night or something."
"What did you tell them?"
"That you had a rough night."
"Right. You said that a few seconds ago."
"I did."
"I'm going to say it again. You're doing my head in."
"Sorry Blake." I say quietly before closing my eyes again.
