7:25 AM on Monday
Jeremy wakes up on the couch in his own room. The morning sun shown through turquoise shades, warming his exposed chest as he sits up slowly, pushing a hand through his blonde hair. He only has on pajama pants which hang loosely around his ankles.
Why was he sleeping on the couch? He looks at his bed and to his surprise sees Jason underneath his covers, snoozing gently. That's when he remembers the crazy s**t that had happened last night, and him asking Jason to sleep over.
He pulls himself to his feet, making sure to not make any noise, and he walks to his bedroom bathroom, where he closes the door slightly. As he turns on the faucet, the only thing that kept scraping at the back of his mind was the fact that he almost got himself and Jason killed. What the f**k wa
