I woke up with a banging headache.

Belch was driving silently down the motorway. Ali and Vic were still sleeping in the back and, to my surprise, Henry was still sleeping under me.

I fell backwards into the dashboard.

"What the fuck happened last night?" I blurted, not caring about the fact that everyone was hungover and sleeping.

"Shhhh!" Henry hissed. "Dude, get off my leg, it hurts."

Henry pushed me down to where his feet were, and my height caused me to feel extreamly squished.

"Hey, isn't Marshall Dent throwing a party tonight?" Belch asked me, looking over and raising an eyebrow at my awkward position.

"That guy in my Gym class?" I replied with a question, shifting in attempt to get comfortable.

"Yeah, the blonde one." he nodded.

"Yeah, I think so, why?" I pressed.

"Thought we could all go. He seems like a decent fuckary and if it turns out he isn't, we'll trash the place." he shrugged. It actually sounded like a decent idea.

The rest of the ride was silent. It wasn't completely silent, the air was filled by snores, but it was relaxing. I had moved into the back after my legs began to cramp and almost fell asleep myself. After an hour or so, we pulled in to my drive way.

"Wake up, faggot." I insulted, pushing Vic's arm.

He groaned, which caused Ali to groan. Henry didn't move.

"Time to gooooo!" I rolled my eyes.

They both shuffled out of the car, Ali stealing the blanket and walking into my house, followed by Vic.

"Henry, wake up." I deadpanned, pushing his arm.

"Fuck off." he mumbled, turning away from me.

"No, come on." I ordered, pulling his arm up.

He groaned again, flipping me off.

"WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS!" I yelled when he stood up.

He looked down and chuckled.

"I have no idea." he smirked, walking into my house.

Belch locked the car and we both walked into my house. My dad wasn't home, he would have left for work over an hour ago.

Ali had fallen asleep on the sofa and Vic had took some pain killers and started making breakfast. Henry was adjusting the antennas on the TV and Belch was slouching on the opposite end of the sofa to Ali.

I walked to the bathroom to piss. I had gone 15 hours without pissing. Horrible. I grabbed some pain killers from the cabinet and left the bathroom. When I went down the basement, the whole sofa was full. Vic was sitting on the floor and Henry was squashed between Ali and Belch. I joined Vic on the floor and stole half of his egg, shoving it in to my mouth, barley chewing.

"What happened last night?" Vic asked, sounding dazed.

"You and Ali made out and then we all got drunk and I ma-" I cut myself short, realizing what had happened.

"I made a fool out of myself." I lied.

He chuckled then continued eating and watching the TV.