My eyes shot open and I gasped, sitting up quickly. I looked around to find I was lying in my room, blankets torn from my bed and pillows scattered. I rubbed my head, which pounded madly, making me grind my teeth. I climbed out of bed and walked out into the hallway of my apartment. When I entered the kitchen, I found my sister sitting at the counter with headphones in her ears, staring at her laptop screen.

"What's up Big Foot?" I greeted her as I opened the fridge.

I jumped as she hit me with an apple that had been sitting on the counter. "Don't call me that, whale!" She hissed.

I laughed and poured myself a glass of orange juice. "Well, sorry!"

"How'd the clubbing go?" she asked, pulling her headphones out of her ears and turning to face me as a grin spread across her freckled face. "Oh, you probably don't remember any of it, little miss hangover."

I frowned. "Shut up... I remember some of it!"

"Some."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, what do you expect me to remember! I was piss drunk!" I chugged half of the glass of juice in my hand, rubbing my aching temple with my free hand.

"Well hopefully you remember this guy." She said, handing me a small piece of what appeared to be a torn paper towel. "I found it in the hall outside of your room. You probably dropped it when you stumbled into bed last night."

I looked at the paper towel. Written in pen was a phone number accompanied with a name.

'Toby' it said beneath the numbers.

"So...?" My sister asked with raised eyebrows, "Who's Toby?"

It took me a moment to try to remember the events of the previous night. "Oh yeah. He was this really cute guy I danced with last night! Oh my gosh he was crazy. He danced like a madman. He had gorgeous hazel eyes and curly brown hair..." I sighed. "He was super hot..."

She laughed at my infatuated sigh. "Yeah, well you should call him sometime." She said, turning back to her laptop.

I grinned to myself as I thought about his adorable smile. I put his number on the counter. "What are you doing?" I asked my sister.

"Watching YouTube videos."

"Oh cool! Who?"

"Tobuscus."

I leaned over her shoulder as I took a sip of orange juice. I watched as she clicked the play button on the video player and waited for the video to buffer, taking a long drink of the tangy juice. The moment the video started, my eyes bulged open and I gulped the remaining juice involuntarily.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed, choking, "Oh my fucking god!" I put my glass on the counter. "Holy fucking shit! No way! There is noooo way!"

My sister turned and stared at me, brow raised. "Are you okay?"

I pointed at the screen and held back a scream as I yelled, "Him! That's HIM! That's Toby!"

Her mouth gaped open. "No..."

"OH MY... JESUS CHRIST! TOBY IS... HOW THE FUCK DID I NOT REALIZE IT?" I pulled my hair as I paced around the kitchen. "Holy crap..."

"You met Tobuscus? Oh my gosh! That's awesome!" My sister squealed, "And you got to dance with him! So cool!"

I looked at her with an expression of horror: one of the scenes from the night flashed in front of me. "Oh... Oh my god..." I whispered.

"Wh... What?"

I stared blankly at the countertop, grasping my hair with my hand. "I made out with him." I muttered inaudibly.

"What'd you say?"

"I made out with him! Oh my shit! I fucking made out with him in the girl's bathroom!"

My sister's jaw dropped to the floor. She was at a loss for words. "You're joking!" She exclaimed.

"I'm not kidding!" The aching in my head grew stronger, "Holy crap... I fucking made out with Toby fucking Turner in the bathroom at a club... And I can barely remember it!"

She crossed her arms. "That's what you get for drinking..."

"Shhhh! Shut up, Sasquatch. I'm trying to remember it!"

She rolled her eyes and flipped me off, glancing quickly at the wall clock. "Whatever, Moby Dick. Go deal with your damn drinking problems. I'm out of here."

"Where are you going?"

"To go shopping with Ashley and Mariana." She replied, shutting off her computer, "I'll be back around 4."

"Oh." I said, slightly taken aback by her abrupt exit, "Alright then... See ya."

"You should call him, ya know!" she shouted back to me before she shut the door.

I looked over at the little paper that held his number. My heart raced as scenarios played through my head. I didn't know what to do: should I call him or forget about him and everything that happened?

Neither option sounded like the best choice to me; but I had to choose.

And so I chose.

With one swift action, I grabbed his number and rushed into my bedroom to grab my cell, dialing frantically as to not allow my mind to stop me. As the phone started ringing, my heart began pounding like a drum. Every ring drew a breath from me until finally, a groggy voice answered the phone on the fifth ring.

"Hello...?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I prepared to reply to the tired sounding voice on the other end of the line. "Um... Hi. Is this Toby?" I asked rather quietly.

"Yeah. Who's this?"

My heart skipped a beat as the sleepy voice confirmed the identity of my caller. "Ah! This is, uh, I mean, I'm Ali. Er... We met at the club last night and apparently you left me your number... So..."

Suddenly, Toby didn't sound so tired and I was sure he had just sat up abruptly. "Oh! Hothothothot! Haha!" He exclaimed with a quick chuckle, "Wow, I, uh, didn't expect that you'd actually call me..."

"Why is that?"

"Well... Just don't have much luck when it comes to ladies. That's all... So anyway," His voice shifted to a hilarious tone as he asked, "Was'sup girrrrl? Whatchu doin'?"

I giggled. "Uh, nothin' really. Just woke up with probably THE worst hangover ever."

Toby chuckled - a laugh that became music to my ears - and replied, "Shoooo, girrrl, you ain't the only one."

"Hah! I figured. You sounded like you woke up as a zombie when you answered the phone!"

"Excuse my zombieness. I barely woke up too... Well, actually, YOU woke me up so it's all YOUR fault!" He let out a fake cry, mimicking a teenage girl.

"Sorry!" I exclaimed, giggling. "How was I to know you'd be sleeping past noon?"

"Uh, because you were with me last night and probably saw my amazing drunk dancing skills. I gotta say, the time when I dance the most epicly is... Whenever I'm NOT drunk." He let out a loud laugh. "Lucky you! You saw the failure of my drunken dancing!"

"Yay!" I said in fake excitement. "So um, thanks for dancing with me yesterday. I was in a pretty pissy mood before, but you made it better."

"Oh? A thank you just for dancing? Never heard that one before..."

I blushed. "Yeah, well..."

"It's no problem, of course!" Toby exclaimed happily, "I have to thank you as well!"

"Uh... Why?"

"Because you took care of me after I passed out."

I felt my brow raise. "I did..?"

"Haha. Yeah... You don't remember?" He sounded curious.

I closed my eyes as I strained my brain, trying to recall everything that happened the evening before. Memories of drinking, frustration, dancing, and Toby's adorable grin flashed before me. Scenes blurred to the girl's bathroom where I was pinned between the wall and Toby's strong body. Suddenly we collapsed and everything went black. It didn't take long after I passed out for me to open my eyes.

I sat up and rubbed the back of my head, cringing at the aching pain. I looked left to see Toby, lying unconscious on the floor beside me. Panicking, I gasped and crawled over, picking his head off the floor. "Toby! Toby, are you okay?" I exclaimed, shaking him slightly, while supporting his head.

His deep hazel-green eyes cracked open slowly as he took a deep breath. He looked around briefly before locking eyes with me. "Wh... What happened?"

"You passed out after that random girl came in here." I answered, helping him sit up.

He groaned, cringing at what I assumed was the throbbing of his head. I leaned him up against the wall. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"My head... Hurts..." He groaned.

I examined the back of his head and touched it gently where I noticed a slight amount of swelling.

"Ahh!" Toby yelled in agony as I touched it.

I pulled away quickly. "I'm so sorry!" I apologized quickly, "Ummm... I'm gonna go get some ice! I'll be right back!"

And I did.

I returned with a bag of ice that I had gotten from the bar and knelt beside him. "Okay, this is going to hurt a bit... But it'll quickly go away."

I gently put the ice on his swelling head, him shouting in pain as it settled. I held it there for a while before sitting down beside him to let him hold it there himself. I watched him as he breathed slowly with his eyes shut tight and jaw clenched. My head throbbed too, but I didn't let it bother me; his care came first...

"You still there?"

I opened my eyes, taking in the familiar scene of my kitchen. "Huh? Oh! Yeah! Sorry, 'bout that." I apologized quickly, "I was just trying to remember what happened... My hangover is giving me a total memory wipe!"

Toby laughed. "I know the feeling. I can only remember bits and pieces... Like, when I finally got to meet you, when we danced, and when we..." He paused, hesitating to finish the thought. "Well, when we, you know what I mean."

I felt my face flush red. "Yeah... I'm sorry about that. That was a little much. I don't know what came over me!"

"Alcohol."

I giggled. "True. That's what it was. I'm sorry though."

"Ahh, don't apologize! I didn't mind it at all; in fact I thought it was... Wait! I mean, I was drunk too! So it's not your fault!"

My face went blank. "What were you about to say there, Toby?"

"N...Nothing! Just forget what I said! I talk too much; I was just rambling." He quickly retorted, a hint of panic in his voice.

I shrugged and responded. "Okay... If you say so... Mr. Makes Out with Girls in the Bathroom." I added a playful giggle, "And that's just when I met you."

He cleared his throat and I imagined his cheeks flushing a rosy pink. "Yeah..."

Suddenly his tone quickly changed to a rather sly and playful expression. "Well..." he said, "I'm going to have to take you out on a 'proper' date then, to make it up to you."

"Huh? A... Date?" My eyes grew a bit wider at the mentioning of the word.

He chuckled a fake sinister laugh. "Oh, yes, my dear. A date."

I felt a smile tug at my lips. "Hmmm... Fine, then! When shall I meet you, Sir Toby?" I said in a rather legitimate British accent.

"My lady, I shall pick you up in my royal carriage on Saturday morning, and we shall ride off toward a land of adventure!"

"At what hour of the morning, my Lord?"

"At eight, young maiden. We shall leave rather early in order to succeed on our quest for adventure!" He exclaimed dramatically.

"And what of my belongings?"

"There is nothing needed. I shall take good care if you, my lady."

I responded, "Very well, then."

Toby's accent faded as he chuckled. "So, where can I pick you up?"

I gave him the address and my apartment number, holding back the exclamations of excitement that boiled within me. "So, I'll see you Saturday." I said, grinning into the phone, wishing I could see him already.

By the tone of his response, I could tell he was almost as happy as I was. "Yup! I'll be there at eight!"

"I can't wait."

"Neither can I." He said softly. The near whisper nearly sent chills of joy through my body.

We each said our goodbye before he hung up the phone. The second I ended the call on my line, I let out a squeal. "Ahhhhh! Oh my gosh!" I shouted, "I'm going on a date with Toby freakin' Turner!"

My heart pounded in excitement, cancelling out the throbbing of my headache. I had never thought I would get a guy at a bar, but I did! And it was HIM of all people! I was shocked I hadn't even realized who he was, but that wasn't what mattered; all that mattered was I had a date with a cute, funny guy that I was totally in to. I had to focus on one thing: getting him to like me.

He must have liked me already though, considering we had nearly torn each other's clothes off the night we met. But, that was besides the point.

I called Dee a few minutes later to tell her everything. She was shocked by it all, but none the less excited for me.

"Where do you think he's taking you?" She asked intently.

I shrugged. "I have NO idea! Apparently some place where we are gonna have an 'adventure'. Whatever his definition of adventure is anyway."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Seeing as it's Toby, that could be anywhere." she said after a moment.

"Yeah... I thought so." I said with a sigh, "Well I guess I'll have to wait a couple days to find out!"

I finished the conversation with Dee after a half hour of our everyday gossip and jokes, and then spent the rest of the day watching Tobuscus videos and wondering, 'How in the world am I going to be good enough for this guy?'