A.N : Thanks so much for the reviews. Really happy you liked my first chapter. As I said before, this is my second fanfic so I don't really know where I'm going with this. So please if you have any ideas… let me know. Anyway here's another chapter.

She opened her eyes. The ceiling… That's the first thing she saw. A green ceiling to be exact. Her head was hurting like hell and she couldn't even think of standing up.

So she stayed there. Staring at the green ceiling wondering where she was, how she arrived there and more exactly who she was. Approximately an hour passed without any sounds and without anything she could remember of. She was confused and wanted to know what happened but at the same time she had a feeling that she really didn't want to know.

Suddenly she heard the sound of an opening door and then she heard a laugh. A girl's voice was now clearly audible and she could hear footsteps (she thought they were the one of the girl's talking) climbing the stairs. She stayed in her room to tired to wonder what was now going on. At that exact moment the door of the room she was in opened and she saw the girl entered. She had a cellular in one hand and the other was holding a little bag. The girl hung up her cellular and put it on a little table.

Hey you look like hell! Are you ok sweetie?

When she heard the girl talking to her she felt even dizzier. She saw the eyes of the girl next to her full of worries. She tried to smile to show that she was ok but instead she grimaced in pain.

What happened to you? You seem really sick!

I'm ok! She managed to say. I'm just a little dizzy.

The girl laughed.

You drank too much yesterday Pheebs! I told you to come back with me at 1 o'clock but you were too occupied flirting with that cute guy! No wonder you feel dizzy today.

She (Phoebe) looked at the laughing girl. So her name was Phoebe she thought to herself. Phoebe… the name didn't make her remember a thing.

Well… You better rest Pheebs. I'll bring you something to eat in an hour or so.

Ok replied the sick girl.

When her roommate (well she figured out she was) went back downstairs Phoebe fell back on the bed. She looked once more at the green ceiling. Phoebe… she liked the name. Cute, fun, not to long and serious at the same time. She smiled, after all maybe her roommate was right. Maybe she drunk a little to much yesterday and maybe that's why she's feeling like this today. Maybe she only need a nap and when she'll wake up everything will return to normal, whatever that is. With those thoughts she fell asleep.

A.N: so there's my second chapter. Hope I'll have reviews. I know it was not really long. Maybe the next one will be longer. I will update soon.