Travis quickly opened his eyes, for he was not in his bed, but in Angie's. He'd slept in this bed before, but at least he knew why then. He took his arm from around Angie, cautious not to wake her up and then sat up against the wall. He then put his face in his hands.

"Is something wrong?" Angie asked. She'd felt Travis's arm move from her body and turned to see what was wrong. Travis quickly looked at her.

"What happen last night?" Travis asked.

"Nothing." Angie answered.

"Really? 'Cause I have a huge headache."

"Probably because you have a hangover." Angie said calmly. She was looking for his reaction.

"Oh. What? I was drunk?" Travis said anxiously. Angie had found her reaction.

"Not to mention high."

"I did drugs too? Mom's gonna kill me."

"No she's not. OK? Now I'm gonna get you a wet rag." Angie said. She kissed him and got out of bed. As she got up, he focused on what she was wearing. He then looked down.

"Aren't those my boxer?" Travis asked.

"Yes." Angie answered from the bathroom.

"OK then. The question is why are you wearing them?" Travis asked.

"You left them here the last time you were over." Angie answered as she walked out the bathroom. She got back in bed and handed Travis the rag. He dabbed his head a little bit and then put it on the dresser next to him.

"Angie? Are you awake?" called a voice outside the door. The two of them looked at the door, worried.

"My mom!" Angie said. "You have to hide."

"Why? Doesn't she know I'm here?"

"No. You came after she went to bed."

"Figures I'd do that. Where do I hide?" Travis whispered.

"Angie!"

"In the bathroom." Angie answered. Travis got up and swiftly, yet quietly, ran into the bathroom.

"Angie! I'm coming in." Angie's mother said. Angie quickly pretended to be sleep. "Angie!" Angie's mother shook her awake.

"Mom! I'm trying to sleep." Angie lied. She was a very good actress.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. Here's some money for this weekend."

"Thanks mom." Angie's mother was just about to walk out the door.

"Is someone in here?"

"Of course not. Why would you ask?"

"Well, I just don't want another Chad incident."

"No one's here ma. Just go on your trip and have fun."

"OK. Bye sweetheart."

"Bye." Angie waited until she heard the front door close and the car pull out the driveway. She then walked into the bathroom.

"It's safe."

"Thank goodness. Alone at last." Travis said.

"So. What do you want to do?" Angie asked.

"Anything. As long as I do it with you."