A/N: OMG! Is this what I think this is! YES! AN UPDATE! lol. I bet I surprised you all, didn't I? It may not be good because... well... let's just say I haven't been myself lately but I'm getting back to normal. But I hope you all enjoy and I should have OIYM updated by at least Tuesday.

I dunno how many times I have to express it, but I don't own anyone...

Chapter Three: The Morning After


Amy groaned as her eyes fluttered open. She was currently in a mind boggling position on the not so comfortable couch. She had somehow managed to turn almost all of the way upside down and had her back hunched towards the back of the couch. She head was cocked to the side so half of it was on the couch and the other half was hanging off.

She looked around and saw Stephanie curled up in her spot on the couch, a sweatshirt thrown over her. She glanced around and saw Adam and Chris in two armchairs, sleeping soundly. She looked down at her own body and saw that she was covered by a sweatshirt. She smiled, realizing the two men had put the warm articles of clothing on the two women.

"Mommy... I want a pony..." Chris murmured in his sleep. Amy giggled tiredly and moved so she was sitting correctly on the uncomfortable couch. Her back was killing her. It popped a couple of times, and she leaned against the arm as she thought about the events of the past night.

Then she jumped up and shook Adam until he woke up. He looked angry, but her questions were important and urgent.

"Is John out of jail?" She asked in a whisper. Adam rubbed his eyes for a moment before answering.

"No... they kept him overnight. We have to bail him out; and his bail is three hundred dollars." He replied groggily.

"This is horrible! Where are we going to come up with three hundred dollars!" Amy put a hand on her forehead and shook her head. She couldn't believe this was happening.

"We get our jobs tomorrow so we can get our pay check next Friday and get him out then." Adam said reasonably. But Amy wouldn't have it.

"No! We have to get him out today!" She exclaimed. Adam sighed and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Chill out. We'll find a way to get him out soon, so until everyone else is up, go back to sleep."

"I think I'll just make breakfast..." She mumbled as she stood and walked into the kitchen. Her mind raced with unpleasant thoughts of John being in jail as she pulled some pancake mix from the cupboard.

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Trish snuggled closer to the warmth that had kept her warm through the night, not knowing that she and Randy had slept together. Her tired eyes flew open but shut automatically, the light making her spinning head feel worse.

"Mmmm..." She moaned in despair as she sat up against the headboard, letting the comforter fall down her nude body.

Trish shivered and was about to get back under the covers when she yelped and fell out of bed, her eyes wide with horror. Randy shot up in bed when he heard the yelp and loud thud. He turned his throbbing head to the side to see Trish lying on the floor, her bottom half covered with the blanket they had slept under.

They stared at each other for a moment before Trish looked down and pulled the warm blanket up to her shoulders. Randy blinked a few times, trying to remember the night before. All he could remember was getting drunk and dancing with some hot, blonde chick.

"I didn't sleep with you... I couldn't have!" Trish shook her head vigorously. She didn't want it to be true, though her being in no clothes and him laying there gave her the impression that they did.

"I think we did..." Randy mumbled tiredly. He then felt a gurgling in his stomach and flew out of bed, naked, and threw the door open and ran into the bathroom. He made it to the toilet in time to empty his stomach of the drinks and food he had before passing out on Trish's bed.

Trish began to feel slightly nauseous but she swallowed the feeling and hurriedly searched for her pajamas in the already messy room. Before she could get into them, however, Randy had returned, groaning.

"I slept with you!" Trish yelled thought it hurt her head. Randy winced and leaned against the wall, not caring about covering himself up.

"So? Wasn't it good?" He asked in his cocky voice. Trish glared at the taller man, wrapping the blanket around her tighter.

"How the hell am I supposed to remember! It probably wasn't..." She shouted angrily. Her teeth clenched and her hands balled into fists at her sides. If she wasn't so dizzy she'd knock the hell out of the jackass standing near her.

"It's not my fault you're a slut and sleep with everyone. Is that why you can't keep a boyfriend?" Randy probed. He loved to work people's nerves.

"You don't know me you son of a bitch! I am not a slut, either! I WAS DRUNK!" She screamed, her face turning slightly red. Randy held his head and sighed.

"Just shut the hell up, please." Randy said. Trish pointed towards the door while shooting daggers with her eyes at him.

"Get... out..." She said through clenched teeth. She was seething. Randy didn't want to put up with any more of her shit so he grabbed his boxers and went to his own room.

Trish then walked out of the room and downstairs where she saw Amy making breakfast in the kitchen. She groaned and walked over to the redhead who looked up to se who it was.

"Oh, hey Trish." She offered the blonde a smile which she did not return.

"I fucked up, Amy." Trish mumbled as she sat at the island where Amy stood over the stove.

"Adam tried to stop you guys but Randy pulled you out before I could grab you." She explained. Trish's head dropped to the marble countertop and she groaned again.

"This is horrible... I slept with him!" She lifted her head to receive a sympathetic look from the woman from Georgia.

"You were drunk... very drunk, by what Stephanie told me. How many shots did you have last night?" Amy asked, flipping a pancake. Trish shrugged.

"Sixteen or seventeen." She mumbled as her eyes began to close.

"WHAT! Doesn't the bartender know what the cut off limit is!" Amy exclaimed, almost dropping the pancake she was holding on the spatula.

"Obviously not if he gave me that many." Trish reached over and took the plate the pancake was set on and reached for the maple syrup sitting by the stove.

"At least you're not in jail..." Amy muttered. Trish's head snapped up when Amy said this.

"Jail? What about jail?" Trish asked in confusion. Amy sighed and poured some more batter onto the skillet.

"Nothing... if I tell you you'll yell and wake everyone up." Amy shook her head before pouring Trish some orange juice to go along with her pancakes. Amy coped with difficult situations by cooking. She loved to do it.

"Just tell me." Trish demanded, standing up and walking over to get a fork. Amy handed her one and sighed again.

"John's in jail."

"He's in JAIL!" Trish exclaimed, her voice sore from yelling at Randy. "How'd this happen!"

"He was fighting with some guys because they were oogling at Steph." Amy said tiredly. Trish sighed and sat down, the sheet still wrapped around her thought it had almost fell down when she heard the news.

"This is horrible! I slept with an arrogant jackass and John's in jail!"

Amy walked over and patted the blonde's back.

"Everything's gonna be alright. Adam said we'd figure out what we were going to do once everyone was awake."

"Whatever, we just have to get him out." Trish replied before cutting into her pancake. She dipped the fluffy food in some syrup before stuffing it into her mouth.

"Dis is goo." Trish said with a mouthful of food though she didn't mean to. Amy smiled at Trish and went back to making pancakes.

"Thanks. I like to cook. It takes my mind off of things." Amy shrugged and looked over into the living room, seeing Chris was missing from his chair.

"Well Chris is up." Amy told Trish. They heard someone walking around upstairs and a minute later Chris came walking down the stairs.

"Morning ladies!" Chris called as he strutted into the kitchen. Trish rolled her tired eyes and continued to eat the pancakes that Amy kept setting on her plate.

"Good morning Chris." Amy smiled at the Canadian who returned it happily.

"How are you on this lovely morning?" He asked as he grabbed the pancake Amy was about to give Trish and bit into it.

"Lovely? I don't think so. I slept with a jackass and John's in jail..." Trish set her fork down and looked over at Amy.

"I can't eat anymore." She said glumly. Amy knew the blonde was upset about making a drunken mistake, but everyone does once in their life. She had made one a few years back with Matt's brother. Luckily, the black haired North Carolinian was forgiving and new that they were both drunk.

"Why don't you go take a shower and see how that makes you feel. Then, come back down and we'll wake everyone else up and come up with a plan to get John out of jail." Amy suggested in a sweet voice. Trish nodded and stood up slowly. She was already dizzy sitting down, and if she stood too quickly she would get dizzier.

Trish made her way up the stairs and into the shower area only to see Randy was taking a shower in one of the tiled areas. She went to the other one, determined to show him that he didn't bother her that much.

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Once Trish was out of ear shot Chris shot Amy a questioning glance. Amy handed him another pancake.

"She got drunk and slept with Randy last night." Amy said quietly, not knowing if Trish was in the shower yet or not. Chris shook his head sadly and sat down in Trish's vacant seat.

"Well... they were both drunk so they shouldn't remember much, right?" Chris asked. Amy just shrugged and began to mix more pancake mix together.

"I don't know. Trish seems fine this morning, besides the fact that she's upset. Then I told her John is in jail and that kind of messed her up a little more. I hope she doesn't remember much..." Amy's eyes widened for a second before she poured some more mix onto the hot skillet.

"She'll get over it eventually." Chris replied after swallowing his food.

"If he ever lets her get over it." Amy muttered darkly.

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Trish stepped into the shower after dropping the sheet onto the cold floor next to it. She turned on the hot water and stepped under it. The steaming water felt good against her cold skin. She closed her eye and let the water stream down her head and over her curvy body. She began to think about the night before and sighed heavily.

Why do I remember so much? I was drunk, I should be hung over and not able to remember anything. I'll admit to one thing, the guy is huge; but I still hate his guts. How can he call me a slut hen he was dancing all over some strippers last night? I wish I didn't remember what happened...

She turned and let the water run down her back and head and reached out to grab the shampoo which seemed to have disappeared. She opened her eyes and looked around before realizing she was being watched.

"What the hell are you doing!" Trish yelled, turning so he could only see the back of her. Her head turned to the side she could watch hi from the corner of her eye.

"Watching you. You know, this shampoo smells really good." He held up the bottle and shook it a little bit. Randy was leaning over the top of the other stall with ease, his eyes filled with amusement.

"Give me my shampoo back and leave me the hell alone." Trish said in a deadly voice. Randy refused and poured some into is hand, rubbing it through his own hair. Trish watched him with disgust.

She watched Randy rinse his hair out and put the shampoo back on the shelf in front of her. Trish turned and snatched it from the shelf before he could pick it up again.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Trish snapped when she realized he was staring at her again. Randy held up his hands like a camera and made the noise before shutting his shower off.

"You know, you're really self conscious for being a stripper." Randy said as he wrapped a towel around his waist. Trish gaped at him and lathered the shampoo into her hair.

"I'm not a stripper. I am an interior designer, so don't assume things." Trish replied in a matter-of-fact tone. Randy smirked.

"Yeah... okay." He then walked out. Maybe Trish was too blinded by the recent events to see, but he was getting to know her better and better.

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Downstairs everyone had woken up when Chris went psycho when he heard they'd be getting their job in two days and knocked over a vase. Everyone stared at the glass that had broken into a million pieces with their mouths open.

"Awww!" Stephanie exclaimed. She bent down and picked up a piece. "This looks expensive." She examined it closer before shrugging and dropping the glass.

"I didn't mean to!" Chris exclaimed.

"We know, Chris. You're just excited about getting a job." Amy patted the man's back, trying to make him feel better.

"What's going on?" Randy's voice asked as he walked into the living room. When he saw the broken vase he furrowed his eyebrows. "What happened?"

"Well, we get our job in two days and we told Chris and he went insane and knocked it over on accident." Amy explained. Randy nodded and shrugged.

"Oh well." He then looked around. "Where's John?"

"Uh... he got into a fight at the club last night and was taken to jail." Adam said calmly. He was sure that everything would work out in the end, being the optimistic person that he was.

"Why did he go and do that!" Randy yelled though it hurt his head.

"Because some guys were looking at me wrong." Stephanie piped up in a tired voice.

"Well we have to get him out! He could be locked in a cell with a fat guy named Spike who "accidentally" makes people drop soap!" Randy's eyes widened in horror at the thought of this.

"Randy, be realistic. He's in a cell, alone. No one is going to try and ass rape him." Amy said. Randy nodded and sat on the empty couch while the others took seats around the room, leaving hardly any room for Trish.

She walked down a few minutes later with her wet hair hanging limply down her back. She looked around, saw the broken vase and sighed.

"Did Chris break that?" She asked knowingly. She knew the others were tired, and the only person who seemed to be in a good mood was Chris. They all nodded and she looked around for a place to sit. Her eyes landed on the seat next to Randy but she refused to sit there.

"Scoot over, Steph." Trish gave the brunette a pleading look and Stephanie moved from the loveseat next to Amy to the couch next to Randy.

"I don't bite, Trish." Randy said in a sing song voice. Trish scoffed.

"I think you do." She remembered back to last night and shuddered at the thought of him nibbling at her neck.

"Guys, please don't start. We all know why we're sitting here. John's in jail." Adam looked from Randy to Trish who were glaring in each others' directions.

"So how are we going to get him out?" Stephanie inquired. Everyone shrugged except for Adam who was staring off into space, thinking.

"I think I have a plan." Adam spoke after a few moments of silence. Everyone's attention turned to Adam who had a small smile on his face.

"Explain, now." Randy ordered. The blonde man nodded and began to tell them his plan which sent a smile on his housemates faces'.


A/N: And I'm done! Okay, I'm not telling you the plan until next chapter (who knows when that'll be... lol) But I hope you enjoyed it and reviews are appreciated!

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