I rolled over in my bed, feeling like I had a massive hangover. I'm almost positive I didn't drink last night, but I don't even remember what happened? I think there was a mini earthquake though. Ugh, why does my head hurt so bad?

I haven't opened my eyes yet, wanting to fall back asleep. It's still pretty early I guess, no one's awake, and it's dark outside.
Geez, is that Zoey snoring over there? You've got to be kidding, since when did she snore? Well, I'm gonna have to wake Little Miss Perfect up if I'm going to go back to sleep.

I took rolled over and went to get off my bed, but I relized something was off. How did I get the single bed, and why was Zoey sleeping in my bed? I sighed. Obviously something pretty crazy went on last night. I stubbled over to Zoey, and began shaking her.

"Zo, come on. You're snoring like a friggen' foghorn." I mumbled, but she didn't budge. Oh great, my voice is all weird. I must have a cold or something.

"ZOEY," I called, getting impatient shaking her more. "Wake up!" And I slapped where I assumed her ass was. A big manley black hand came out from underneathe the covers and shoo'd me away. Oh my god, that definately was NOT Zoey. What the HELL was Michael doing here! "Logan, go back to bed, it's like 3 in the morning. I don't want to talk about Dana today, okay?"

What! What was he talking about! And why the fuck did he call me Logan!

"Michael! I am NOT Logan, so get your ass out of my bed, and go back to your own dorm!" Dude, where is Zoey anyway? I looked at the top bunk, but all I saw was a big mass of hair. Chase? Why are both of them here? And where is Nicole?

"Michael, why are you and Chase here? And where is everyone?" I was shouting now. I am definately not in the mood for this thank you very much.

"Okay, okay, Logan. You are obviously suffering from sleep deprivation." Michael announced rising from his bed. "So, what's your Dana troubles today, so I can go back to sleep?" What on Earth is he on about!

"Michael! I am not Logan! I'm Dana. Say it with me now, Day-nuh. Dana. Got it!"

"Suuure, Dana, whatever dude. Is this like a new game for you to deal with your emotions or something? 'Cause it's totally freakin' me out." He got up from his sitting position on my bed, and went over to turn on the lights.

This is not my room. This is their room. Then why am I here?

"Mike, why am I here? Why am I sleeping in Logan's bed?" I shuttered at the fact of even touching anything of Logan's.

"Dude, come with me."

I obidiently followed him to the bathroom. "Okay, close your eyes." He told me. So I did.
He put me in a position, and said, "Oookay, now open them."

When I did, I was looking in the mirror. WHY THE HELL DO I LOOK LIKE LOGAN!

"See, Logan. You are Logan. So let Michael, go back to sleep, alright?"

Why am I Logan...!