"Hey. Hey." I somehow manage to open my eyes, the sun feels like it's burning my retinas.
"Hey." I can't help but smile as I see JJ standing above me, shirtless.
"So I gotta go but stay as long as you want. I think I've got some water bottles and chips if you want some."
"Thanks." I manage to sit up.
"No probs. Last night was fun." What happened last night?
"Yeah. It was."
"Hopefully we can hang again."
"Definitely." I can't stop starring at his hair.
"Great. Bye." He runs off, leaving me speechless and very confused.
I look around and I'm on a small, but very comfy couch. I then realize I'm not wearing the same shirt that I was last night. It's a bit tighter and sleeveless.
I start looking around for my shirt, but I can't find it. Then I start looking for my phone. It takes a minute, but I find it under the couch.
As I stand up I bump my hand against the coach and nearly scream at the pain. It's sudden and it's stabbing. I look at my hand and it's a bit purple, blue, and swollen.
What the fuck happened last night? The last thing I can remember is... Rafe! He came with two friends to the beach. Taylor told me his name and I was immediately hot and bothered.
I remember him walking up to us. JJ was really mad for some reason. Then... I don't remember. My memory just gets fuzzy and weird.
Then it hits me! Not my memory, but that I have to be at work in an hour! I quickly find my shoes and run outside. Luckily my bike is somehow out front. I hop on and go straight to my Grams.
I go faster than I've ever gone on my bike before. I make it back quickly, but sweating a lot.
"Parker!" Grams shouts the second I walk in. "Where the hell have you been?"
"Oh..." Guess I forgot to text her. "Sorry I went to a party and slept at a friend's."
"Sorry? I thought you were... wait... a friend?"
"You made a friend?"
"Yeah. A few actually."
"That's great! And was that friend a... 'friend'?"
"I've gotta get ready for work."
"Fine. But next time, text me. Let me know you won't be home."
"Love you too."