BLAKE’S POV
Oh, never will I ever do a keg stand again!
I woke up feeling like a truck had knocked me off the road and unto a train track and I was run over by said train one hundred times! My head hurt, the lights hurt my eyes and my tongue felt like sandpaper.
I reached for the mini fridge I had beside my bed to get a bottle of water but my hand met with air. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw that where my mini fridge once was now sat an oddly shaped drawer. I looked around the room I was in and realized that it wasn’t mine.
Just then, Anthony walked in, a huge bright smile on his face.
“Good morning,” he said chirpily.
“What the hell am I doing here and where’s my shirt?” His smile faltered a bit.
“What’d you mean? You…you don’t remember?”
“Uh, no. Did I come in through your window
