Lyle's POV
After the talk with my brothers, things were going pretty well these days. Except for the fact that I still remember absolutely nothing when I was drunk.
"Come on guys! This is literally killing me. Give me something, anything, to help kickstart my memory!" I pleaded to Malcolm and Chelsea while we were walking down the stairs, on the way to the parking lot.
School just ended and I wasn't grounded anymore since the month has finished.
"As much as we want to help you, we can't do anything. We weren't exactly there when it happened." Chelsea pointed out as she fixed her hair.
"When I opened the bathroom, I saw you looking like you made out with an octopus or something." Malcolm said and furrowed his brows, recalling the scene. He pulled me closer to him and I smiled at his sm
