Later that day, I wake up to the minor hangover that I expected. I hear my roommates scurrying around in the kitchen, preparing to leave for their jobs. I sit up in bed and stretch, thanking the Lord for giving me this Saturday off. I check the time on my phone and hop out of bed. I throw on my University of Southern California crewneck and head towards the living room.

"Damn, you both have afternoon shifts?" I ask as I layout on the couch, turning on the television.

"Don't be a bitch, Charlie," my friend Jen mocks, jealous of my entirely free day. I giggle in response, waving her and my other roommate Hailey off as they exit the apartment. I decide to make myself some breakfast considering I've been living off of Starbucks recently. After cooking my meal, I strategically carry my full course of eggs, bacon, and toast back to my seat and open Netflix.

The rest of my morning goes by pretty quickly. Around twelve thirty I get my daily dosage of Snapchats from friends and family. I reply to all with my usual funny expressions and face filters. As I scroll, I get a notification that my younger sister had "snap-messaged" me. I swipe right on the screen to see that she replied to my story from earlier that day.

Grace:
that looks just like Alex Ernst's bunny!! Who's is it???

Me:
Tbh I don't know hahah what bunny are you talking about??

Grace:

I study the picture, twisting my face as I recognize the boy in the pic she sent as the same kid from the night before.

Me:
Wait who is he?

Grace:
Alex Ernst!! He's from the Vlog Squad
OMG DID U MEET HIM??!

Me:
Wtf is the vlog squad?

Grace:
they're David Dobrik's friends from his videos on youtube! are you dumb??
DID YOU MEET DAVID???????

I quickly close Snapchat and search "David Dobrik" on Youtube. I watch one of his videos and immediately remember my previous knowledge of him.

Me:
Ohhhhh the youtube guy you're obsessed with
No I didn't meet him but I met the guy with the bunny

Grace:
NO WAY
CHARLOTTE U'Re JOKING RIGHT

Me:
I'm pretty sure it was him hahaha

My sister continues to message me as I lock my phone. Pushing myself from the comfort of the couch, I prance over to the counter and check the grocery list my roommates left me.

"Of course we need Capri Sun," I laugh to myself at my friends' childlike cravings...but I'm not saying I won't buy it. I search around the kitchen for my wallet, unknown of where I last placed it. I enter my room and quest through my sheets and under the bed, my heart dropping when my mind admits that I can't remember the last time I had it. Did I even bring it home last night? Is it in the Uber? I rummage through my dirty clothes, checking the pockets of the jeans I left that boy's apartment wearing, as well as the sweatshirt I borrowed. Nothing.

I start to panic, trying to retrace my own footsteps in my mind. Facepalming myself, I remember that I must've left it on the floor of that kid's living room before I got to my Uber. I huff before falling onto my bed and looking up his name on Google. Instantly, his twitter, youtube, and instagram are offered for my choosing. I decide to direct message him on Twitter:

Hey
So, I'm that girl that was in your
apartment last night and I think I
may have left my wallet lol

I stare at my screen for five minutes awaiting a response before my eyes grow heavy and I fall back into a much needed sleep.