WARNING: SLIGHTLY MATURE CONTENT
Diana Collins
I woke up to Jon's alarm blaring loudly. I reached for his phone quickly and turned it off. I looked around. We were both sprawled on the floor, with Jon's arm wound tightly across me and his head resting on my stomach. I sat up, causing an empty bottle of tequila to roll across the floor. I groaned as a splitting headache slashed across my brain. Memories of last night came flooding back. Jon hoisted himself up and looked at the mess. "You okay?" I asked. He nodded, but choked suddenly. He raced to the bathroom and I heard him barf. I chuckled, but then the headache came back. I quickly walked over to him bent over the toilet, puking. I crouched and stroked his hair. "Let it out...come on..."
"How come you're okay?" He asked. "I'm not, the
