The conversation pretty much ended, and I went to sleep almost immediately.

I was up before I opened my eyes, right in the segway between sleep and awake. Something didn't feel right in the least, but in my condition I couldn't place what that something was. Slowly, I regained awareness of my surroundings, and I then realized I was on the floor instead of my bed. I was confused as to why this was, but my head wasn't quite ready for my eyes to open. In addition to being on the floor, the floor happened to be very sticky, which meant I was on the kitchen floor. I trusted myself to go to sleep, but I guess I had just blacked out once again. Irritated, I decided to get up. However, my body was sore and there was some sort of obstruction on my face. At this point I decided this was urgent enought to open my eyes.

I was way too close to whatever was pressed against my face to see what it was. It could breathe however, because I could feel hot breath against my mouth. I sat there for a couple of seconds, before I realized that someone was half attached to my mouth, laying next to me on the kitchen floor. I stopped acknowledging my hangover headache and just burst upward, eyes wide open.

"WHAT?" I yelled as Logan slowly came to consciousness. He lazily rolled his eyes to me and blinked again.

"What, what... wait... what?" Logan asked, barely audible and rubbing his face.

"I don't even know, I..." and that was the moment I noticed we were both completely naked.

"SHIT, FUCK DAMN IT." I yelled, throwing whatever was next to me. I think it might have been a plate, because it broke and Logan tried to jump up. However, are legs were impossibly tangled and he just fell back. After a few minutes of untangling out legs, he sat up. Then, he calmed down and took in his surroundings.

"Oh god. Not again." he mumbled, throwing his arms up.

"But this time, I remember nothing." I said, grinning happily. Logan scratched the top of his head tiredly.

"Well, I remember it. For the most part." he responded. I sighed, then stopped when I noticed Katie nonchalantly munching on cereal. Me and Logan froze at the exact same time. She looked up, then looked back down.

"Everyone's gone. Well, mom's still sleeping. But she'll be up in a few. But James and Kendall left to go somewhere... and they couldn't get you two up." she said in between bites. We continued staring at her, with nothing really to do. Nobody wanted to saunter across the room, but we didn't wanna sit here either. She stopped eating the cereal and stared back at us, looking slightly irritated.

"This happens more often than not. Don't stare at me like my innocence is still here." she mumbled then brought the bowl to her face to drain the milk contents from it. I really had no idea what to do, and I kind of started feeling bad when I heard a bed frame creaking. At first I thought Katie had lied and it was James/Kendall, but when I heard the womanly humming and the call of "Katie"? I knew me and Logan were basically screwed.

We both looked at each other, then we look at Katie. Then we both wildly jumped up and crazily fled towards our room door. We both watched as the door to Mama Knight and Katie's room seemed to open in slow motion. Flailing/sprinting at full speed when you're hungover and not look where you're going never really worked in my favor. Mama Knight exited the room and started towards Katie, then saw us out of the corner of her eye. She scrunched up her eyebrows, squished up her face in disgust, then all of the sudden her eyes widened and she began shrieking. I didn't know why until I had collided into Logan at full force, who basically flipped over the coffee table and slammed into the couch, knocking it down. I fell from the impact and hit my face on the coffee table, then let myself slumped to the floor, defeated. This all happened within a fraction of a second.

"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww." Logan sobbed from behind the fallen couch. Mama Knight sat there speechless for a second, then took a shaky breath.

"I can't do this, not everyday, please god, help me out here, kill me, I want to die right now." she mumbled under her breath loud enough for everyone to hear. Then she glared at me, since I was the closest and least hurt, even though my forehead contacting the table did not do wonders for my headache. She shuffled over to Katie, grabbed her head and smothered her ears.

"I really can't have you two fucking at all times of night, I literally had to shove ear plugs on Katie while she was sleeping. And trust me, when you're not drunk, it's hard to sleep over the 'OH MY GOD, CARLOS, HARDER' and 'NGH, I'M GONNA COME'." she mocked Logan in a very high-pitched voice and me in a ridiculously husky one, which I found impossibly hilarious, but decided not to laugh. Instead, I exclaimed:

"YES. YES, I WASN'T ON THE BOTTOM THIS TIME." I screamed at the couch.

"Shut uppppp." Logan whined, sounding like he was getting up. Mama Knight stared at us, disbelieving, and continued talking.

"I am going to have to ask you to stop the reckless partying, and stop ruining TRYING TO RUIN MY CHILD'S INNOCENCE, thank you very much." she hissed, then switched from holding Katie's ear's to her cheeks.

"Hi honey, how are you today, huh?" she asked sweetly, totally changing emotions. Katie nonchalantly waved a spoon in our direction.

"I'm emotionally scarred. I think I might become a prostitute now, because of their bad influence." she said sarcastically, smirking at me and getting up to put her bowl away. Mama Knight ate it all up and barked at us to go elsewhere. I stood up unsteadily and walked over to my room door. I leaped onto the bed and sighed happily. The sheets were warm and I desperately needed sleep. Even though I was thoroughly scared to go to sleep, I was exhausted and my headache was pounding against my skull. I entrapped myself in the sheets and relaxed into the bed.

"By the way, James and Kendall are at Roc Records. You need to go." Mama Knight screamed. I literally burst into tears, right there, as soon as she said that. I really could not stop crying. It wasn't even like I was trying, tears just streamed endlessly down my face. I was so comfortable, and so tired, and she just had to ruin it for me. I didn't even move. I didn't hear Logan move either. Tears still flowing down my face, I slowly started falling asleep when Logan shuffled into my room and laid down on James' bed.

"It's more comfortable." Logan said sleepily, even though I didn't ask or care.

"You said you remember everything." I mumbled.

"For the most part."

"Yeah, for the most part. What do you remember?' I asked, suddenly curious. It was understandable, since it is understandable to want to know what you did in the last few hours.

"Uhm, I was kind of.. welll..."

"High out of your mind."

"Yeah, so you were for some reason in the kitchen. I forgot the conversation or leading events or whatever, but I remember making out on the floor."

"Oh god."

"Yeah. And then there was foreplay. and then there were ice cream toppings. And then there was penetration. DUDE, I'M SO PISSED OFF MY ASS FEELS IT'S ON FIRE. You could of at least tried to fuck me gently." Logan suddenly screamed from his calm mood.

"HA. Tightness."

"I will actually kill you. I'm not even kidding."

"How did we pass out?"

"You kind of just fell over after this all ended, and I don't remember how I went out."

"..."

"..."

"I think we should stop partying."

"Yeah, just maybe."