When I wake up Devin's arms are wrapped around my waist and he's curled around me. I'm snuggled against him. He's still sleeping. I look at my watch. It's 2:30 in the afternoon! How the hell did we sleep so long? "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I say. I hit Devin. He doesn't wake up. I hit him again, harder this time. He opens one eye to glare at me. "Devin, wake up!" I yell at him.

"Why?" he asks.

"Because it's 2:30!" I can't seem to do anything but yell.

"A.M.?" Devin asks.

"What do you think? P.M.!" I tell agin. This gets a reaction out of him.

"Shit," he mumbles and sits up. I stand up and grab my sweatshirt. I look at my phone which is of course, dead.

"Does your phone have any battery?" I ask him. He shakes his head. "Fuck."

"Chill out," Devin says.

"How are we supposed to get home? We don't know where we are and our phones don't have any battery. We're fucked," I tell him.

"We can get a map or a phone charger," Devin says. I nod and then he stands up and stretches. We grab all of our stuff, which isn't much, and then leave the motel and walk to the gas station to get supplies. Devin buys a map and I buy us both slushies and then chips and granola bars. A little while later we're on the road. Devin can actually read the map, so maybe we aren't as screwed as I thought we were.

"How's your brother doing?" I ask him.

"Nick's doing good," he says.

"What's his husband's name?" I ask.

"Theo," Devin says. He isn't really in the talking mood. But I don't really care.

"Does he seem nice?" I ask him. Devin looks at me.

"I don't know. I was up in my room when I heard my brother make his grand entrance. And then my dad went psycho, so I left," Devin explains. I nod.

"Do you want me to drive?" I ask him. Devin nods and pulls over to the side of the road. We switch seats and then get back on the road. Devin tells me that I just have to continue on this road until we get back into town. Devin falls asleep quickly. He's been sleeping a lot lately. I wonder why.

The drive is easy and pretty soon we're back at my house. I wake Devin up and then we walk inside. He flops down on the couch and I make dinner. Which is essentially ham sandwiches. I hand one to Devin. He thanks me and then eats it. After dinner I say, "You should go and take a shower. We have school tomorrow." He nods and then walks upstairs. I text my parents goodnight and then lock the doors and head upstairs to my room.

I pull out a notebook and start working on some homework. Devin walks in, his hair wet. He sticks his earbuds in and crawls under the covers. I grab my stuff and shower. When I finish I shut my light off and join Devin. He takes his earbuds out. We both lay on our backs staring at my ceiling. "Why are you sleeping so much?" I finally ask.

"I'm tired."

"Me too."

I wake up to my alarm clock blaring. Devin's still sleeping. I gently shake his shoulder and we both get ready for school. We take his car. He isn't in a talking mood today. It's not hard to see why. When we get to school we both go separate ways. When I'm in English I realize that we have our trip on Wednesday.

Twenty kids are going to Oregon for six days. We're driving on a coach bus and then exploring the things that Oregon has to offer. We're staying in a fancy hotel and then going to see things like museums. Ms. Walter is the one who orchestrated the entire thing. Alex, Devin and I are all going.

It should be really fun. I can't believe that I forgot about it. I bump into Alex in the hall. "Hey, are you excited for the trip with Ms. Walter?" I ask him.

"Oh, is that this week? I can't go. I have something with my family," Alex says. I frown. "Did you have fun with Devin?" he asks.

"Yeah, thanks for being so understanding," I say. The bell rings. "Fuck! I'll see you later," I say. He grins and then we both bolt to our classes.