(Mikey's POV)
I woke up, my head was pounding, my lips tasted like alcohol, and I couldn't remember a thing from last night. Damn, last night must've been fun. I smirked, and rolled off the couch, only to see Vinny and Gab sitting on the loveseat together, just talking. I groaned, and walked by them, traveling all the way down the hall to the room I shared with Nick. He was tucked in bed, fast asleep. I sighed, and pushed him out of bed, I needed to know what happened last night. His eyes shot open as his body came in contact with the ground. "Mikey! What the actual fuck?" He stood up, and pushed me. I laughed, and sighed. "Sorry bro, I needed to get you up somehow." He rolled his eyes, and slid on a shirt, then sat on his bed, facing me. "So, what did you need?" I sat on my bed and turned towards him. "What the fuck happened last night? I can't remember a thing." Nick laughed, and shook his head. "So much." "Did I hook up with anyone?" I asked, running my hand through my hair. Nick nodded, and smirked. "Was she hot?" I asked. "Hell yes. You seemed really into her. You guys were grinding on each other and dancing." Nick said. "Well, I was drunk, I couldn't have liked her that much. I don't roll like that." I said, brushing off my shoulders. "Ehhhh, I don't know, I really think you found yourself a girl man. Do you want to see her again?" Nick asked. "How can I?" I asked. "Well, one, you have her number. And two, I have her friend's number, and we're going on a date on the boardwalk tonight." Nick said. I gasped "You're going on a date?" He nodded, and shrugged. "I really think I like her." "God damn't, Vinny and Chris are rubbing off on you." I growled. "Chill bitch, it's just one date. Do you want to see her again or not?" Nick asked. I shrugged. "Whatever, I guess." "Okay, I'll let Kristen know now." He pulled out his phone, and started typing. I sighed, I just need to go tonight to get the girl away from me. If I know one thing for sure, it's that I refuse to fall for a girl at the Jersey Shore....
