Hellogentle viewers(give you a dollar if you can tell me where that is from, from the pop culture edition, not the famous literature one).
I am so sorry i took so long to update, but i live in South Florida, and as i am sure you know, we mgot hit by the hurricane, so i was out of power and computer for a little while. I was gonna update, and i had everything redy, but then stupid me deleted it.
Anyway, i would have letters to the reviewers, but i deleted it before and i don't want to go through all the trouble of reading through my emailagain, so i will just say thank you to all of my humble rewiers.
But, i do have to people i would like to pick a bone with:
Ms Nikki Slater- What were youthinkingchanging your name to quaridasomething or other? I always knew youas Ms. Nikki Slater! And i was even thinking aboutyou over the 2 weeks i had offfor the hurricane, thinking how maybe you had updated, and i remembered your name out of everyone elses! I am shamed!
Bad influence something orother- You! The person who told me my story blows. I searched your name, andyou haven't written anything, so until you actually write something, actually give CONSTRUCTIVE critizism, likei so politely asked.grrrrrrr.

So, enjoy:

As soon as I opened my eyes, I knew it was a mistake. My head felt about five times its size, and I was very concerned that my head might explode. I closed my eyes and covered my face with a pillow to try to stop this from happening. No luck.

Wait. Where the hell was I? This wasn't my bed. Or Jess' for that matter. Not that we ever…ahem…slept…cough-cough…at her house, because of her parents, but on the rare occasions they went out of town…well, lets just say we got to know her room very well. But, this wasn't it. Her room, I mean.

And, to make matters way worse, that lump next to me was too long and anorexic looking to be Jess. Uh-oh. That's never good. (A/N: it is never a good sign when you don't recognize the naked girl sleeping next to you. Not that I have ever been it this situation, but, just a little useless info that you never know when could come in handy.) Anorexic girl rolled over and I saw her face. My blood ran cold.

Phoebe.

What the hell happened last night? I tried to remember, but everything was fuzzy. Just a gray haze where my memory should be.

I stood up, or attempted to, and decided to wrap the sheet around my lower region when I looked down. Yeah. There was no doubt of what happened last night. Gray haze or no.

I staggered to the bathroom as best I could without falling over and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like I was dead. But why? What happened last night? Dammit! I can't remember. Using my hand, I drank water and washed my face.

Then I went back into the bed room to retrieve my clothes. Yes, I still was nude. Hence the sheet. When I got back to the bedroom, Phoebe was awake and pulling on jeans. Or what would have been jeans if they didn't have enough cloth missing to make a whole other pair. And if they weren't about a size zero.

"Oh my god. I think my head is about to explode," Hobiscuit/Phoebe said.

"Yeah. About that. What the hell happened last night?"

Her eyes widened to about three times her head size. Which wasn't much. "You don't remember?"

"Not exactly."

"Oh, well, we were at this bar, and I buy you this drink, cause you look all sad and all, and then, about an hour later, you and a have had about four drinks, and you start telling me about this chick you love and how great she is, but she is really short." Oh my god, I actually might have slept with this stupid sack of bones. What the hell was I thinking? "So, I was thinking, oh, he has a girlfriend, I can't be buying him drinks, but then you tell me that she died, and you can never go back home to the little hick town 'cause there are too many memories, or something, and then you start crying, so I tell you should come home with me, just so you have somewhere to stay tonight. Well, we get here and you totally start coming on to me, and I said, no, you are, like, just getting over a death, but you said, yeah, but I need to get over it and move on and forget about this chick. So, I think, what the hell. And well, yeah know…" She smirked and I realized I was crying.

And then I bolted out of there.

Yes, I realized that my car very well could not have been there, or that I had absolutely no idea where it was I was, or that my head was about to split open. All that really made sense to me at the time was that I couldn't let this hobiscuit see me crying after she had apparently seen me naked.

After looking in the parking lot for my car, and thank god finding it, I climbed in and drove, the music up loud, in an attempt to drown out my worries of whether or not Phoebe was smart enough to use protection. Okay, I was actually thinking about Jess, but the protection thing was important, too.

Yeah, that sucked.
And i have come to a startling realization that this story will so be very Passions. You'll see. Ummmm... I'll try to update soon.
Hey, do you know that song, Daniel? If you do, say something, and i will explain why...
My homework Awaits,
GG