Raven POV :||

Before you ask, no. This is not another cliche hangover thing that most stories have.

I must inform you, I remember quite perfectly what went down last night. George took me to the theater they usually stay in. We watched a film, and then he took me to his room where we dozed off.

I awoke to the sound of a movie playing. George was sound asleep, his arms wrapped tightly around me.

I tried sitting up, but, George groaned, and pulled me down and closer to him.

Paul was right, if you slept with George, he held onto you as if his life depended on it.

Soon, he was awake, rubbing his eyes, sitting up and looking around. "Morning, Raven." he said, groggily. I smiled, "Morning, Harrison."

He stretched, then climbed out of bed.

"We better head back to Poppy's place. They might be worried." George said, putting on his jeans. I signed, "They aren't worried about me. They only one who worries about me is me. Just that simple."

It's true. My mom doesn't care about me. I'd be amazed if she missed me. I'm the only one who worries about myself.

I guess that's what being a 'loner' is.

Written By Chandler