I rolled over, blinking my eyes open. Tom had one of his arms draped over my waist. I glanced over at the clock that sat on the beautiful dark cherry nightstand that Tom's mom had bought for him two summers ago. The red numbers read 1:32 a.m. I lifted Tom's arm slowly being careful not to wake him. I slipped from his grip and peeked out into the hallway. There was nothing there but darkness. Not much more than I was expecting. Oliver's door was open which was odd. I peeked in to see his blankets folded back, but he wasn't anywhere to be seen. The other's rooms were shut tight. I shrugged it off and headed toward the stairs. I strode carefully across the cream colored carpet that almost blended with my pale skin. I made my way downstairs and went into the kitchen looking for something to drink. I saw a bowl of limes sitting on the counter which made me want a Corona. There was a bit of a party earlier so I figured there would be none left. I bent down to peek into the fridge. There were two left, sitting side by side. I grabbed one and sat it on the counter. I opened the far drawer and pulled out a knife. I sliced a lime into fours and shoved two of the pieces into the now open bottle. I took a sip and headed back for the living room. There was moonlight peeking through the giant window that was placed on the far side of the living room. I walked over and sat down on the large, overly comfortable burgundy couch that is in front of the window. I stared out at the stars taking a sip of my beer. I was almost in a daze, when I was snapped from my trance. The upstairs toilet flushed. That's where Oli must have been. I expected to hear his bedroom door shut, but instead I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I turned around to see a sleepy Oli, rubbing his eyes, walking down the stairs. He looked up and saw me staring at him.