I was at a party on campus (I'm a sophomore in college), hanging out with my friends. It wasn't the type of party where everyone gets drunk. It was a nerdy party, drinking coke and playing twister, spin the bottle, etc. Like highschool. Only that was how it started.

We were playing for a while till someone thought of the random idea to have a drinking contest. Of course, it was one of the nerds who only wanted girls to get drunk so they might take off their clothes or something. Well... turns out, we all ended up getting completely drunk. And there was this new guy. He appearently was a half-time student, taking classes online but when he was in the area, he would actually go to a few lectures. No one really knew too much about him, but Kelly (my best friend) wanted to be nice and invite him since it seemed like he didn't know too many people.

After we were all sufficiently drunk, we played another round of spin the bottle. Only this time, if you didn't want to kiss the person, you had to take one article of clothing off. The things you do when you're drunk, huh?

Turns out, I'm a lot more adventerous than I thought I was. Once I had spun the bottle, it landed on the 'beautiful stranger,' and needless to say, we were pretty much joined by the hip for the rest of the night; making out is a lot more fun when you're drunk, I might add. But I'm never drinking that much again.

I woke up the next morning with a massive headache. I rolled over, looking at the clock and noticing it read '10:25.' I groaned, realizing I was late for my history class. You see, my major is music major and history minor. I love history and I play the piano, so it eventually works out in the end, except I don't actually have a full piano. I use a Casio I've had since I was 12 years old that needs to be replaced badly but I have no money. Anyway......... back to the story.

As I sat up in bed, I noticed a sleeping body next to me. I didn't really remember much, but I do remember the constant make-out sessions we had off and on last night. I just don't know this guy's name. I walked over to my closet, pulling out my red Philadelphia Phillies hoodie and slipping it over my head.

"So you like baseball?" I didn't fully realize who was talking to me till I remembered the sleeping guy in my bed. Well at least now he wasn't sleeping.

I nodded my head quickly. "Yea. I was pretty much raised off of baseball. We didn't watch anything except Phillies games. Partly because we weren't allowed to watch anything else." It was true. My childhood wasn't exactly the best, but I wasn't complaining about what I got. I loved the Phillies.

"Oh, well that's cool. So you from around Philly then?" This guy's voice was kind of blackish, if that was a word. I wasn't trying to be racist or anything. That's just what came to mind. He sounded kind of like all the white guys back home who tried to seem all 'gangsta' but never actually achieved that status.

"Yep. Born and raised a Philly babe." It was a common saying in my neighborhood and amongst my small amount of friends. I wasn't too social when I was younger, so I didn't really know many people at all except people from college.

"Nice. At least you know how to pump your own gas." I laughed along with him at that. Not many girls around home knew how, since many were New Jersey natives. And they never had to pump it at all. ((Author's Note: Nothing 'gainst Jersey girls. I'm one myself lol))

"Well how about telling me about yourself? I mean, you already know I'm from Philly, but what do I really know about you?" I turned around, pulling on my slippers, and walked over to my computer desk next to the bed. I sat down on the chair in front of it and folded up my legs 'indian style,' as many people still call it, and looked up at him.

"Ok... well... I'm from the Boston area, it's kind of a small town close by there. I'm one of five brothers, I study music with you and I think you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. And I'm not just saying that because I'm flirting with you. I'm completely serious." I could feel my face start to slowly gain heat. This guy was too much.

"Hm.... interesting. Well I think you're a really handsome guy and might I say you have amazing muscles." I giggled as I saw him sit up in bed, revealing his bare chest, leaving him only in his boxers, which was quite a sight I might add. "I'm Harley."

"John. And I kind of need these for work." I looked at him kind of funny, not really understanding what he meant.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't know who I am?"

I shook my head. "Well I know you're John. Why, am I supposed to know?"

"Well, I thought you'd know since I'm slightly famous. I'm a professional wrestler for the WWE. I'm John Cena."