"Yo, Char," a pair of hands shake me. "Wake up, it's already six thirty." I violently sit up, examining my surroundings. My friend Hailey stands over me, still in her work uniform.

"Shit," I mutter, rubbing my eyes. Hailey walks into the kitchen and pours herself some juice. I pick up my phone to confirm that the time my friend told me was true, but i'm greeted with a few new messages as well. I open up twitter and go straight to my DMs.

Sorry for responding so late.
Yeah we have your wallet, how
should I get it back to you?

Whatever works best for
your sake

You can swing by my
apartment and grab it.
Let me know when you're
coming cause my friends
are coming over

Sounds good! I'll be over soon
Thank you

No problem

"You doing anything tonight, Charlie?" Jen asks as she saunters into the living room. I lock my phone and slide it into my pocket.

"Yeah. I have to go pick up my wallet from this kid's house." Hailey sighs loudly.

"So that's why there's no gummy bear or Capri Sun in here." I laugh and shake my head.

"I'll get some tomorrow, I promise." I grab a jacket from my room, also snatching the hoodie I borrowed from the boy.

Well, he has a name now, I guess...

I also took Alex's sweatshirt, thinking he might want it back. I hop in my car, praying that I somehow will remember which complex they live in once I get deeper into Hollywood.

I drive for about ten minutes before I pull up to an apartment building, recognizing the giant advertisement poster on the side of it. I park in the street and making my way up, attempting to retrace my steps from the night before when I was absolutely plastered. Unfortunately, every damn room looks the same. I go a few floors up and down the hall. My memory jogs itself once I read the numbers next to the door.

I knock softly, trying not to interrupt anything. Seconds go by before the door swings open and Alex greets me. He leans towards me and whispers in my ear.

"My roommates told our friends about last night and now they want you to come in. You cool with being filmed?" I shift my posture, unsure of how to respond.

"Um... Sure, I guess." I shrug before he steps to the side, allowing me to walk in. I'm greeted with the same living room as last night, but now with three complete strangers. Alex follows behind. Before any of them can speak, I look directly at the boy wearing black from head to toe.

"Wait, you're David Dobrik." I point at him. He smiles and stands up, placing his camera down.

"Yeah, what's up?" He walks over to me, offering his hand. "Do you watch the vlogs?"

"To be honest...no. But my little sister is a huge fan. She forces me to watch your vlogs when I come home for holidays." He chuckles before shooting me a look with wide eyes.

"That's really funny. Can you say that again for the vlog?" He rushes over and sits down on the couch, grabbing his camera and turning it on.

"Geez, Dave. She's been here for — what — a minute, and you're already exploiting her?" An older-looking man laughs. A skinny kid snickers with him, and unfortunately I recognize him from last night, as well.

"Hey Dom," I wave at him. He grins at me.

"Hi Charlotte. Oh! I meant to text you this morning but... I kinda forgot to," he blurts out.

"I think that's the point of a one-night stand," I joke while flashing him a look, David chuckling next to him. Alex walks to my side and starts pointing at each of the people on the couch.

"Anyway, so that's Jason," he points at the middle aged white dude. "And that's Seth," he motions towards the dark-skinned kid.

"Nice to finally see another brown person around here. What are you?" Seth asks, sitting up and leaning onto his knees.

"I'm Mexican and French," I confirm. David waits until a short silence rises before talking.

"Alright, so I'm just gonna say some stuff and then I'll ask if you watch the vlogs. I might have Dom say the texting thing again. Basically just relive those entire two minutes again," he declares, leaning back into his seat. I nod my head, sigh, and prepare for whatever was about to go down...