Jeremy's P.O.V
After the flight, I felt a whole lot better. Not sick anymore. Mike said we can go to Vincent and Scotts room. They are in room 360. We are in 358.
Vincent's P.O.V
I wanted to get drunk! Even though it hurts in the morning...but still!
Scott's P.O.V
Jeremike arrived and we sat in the living room.
"So, how are you feeling jeremy?" I asked.
"Oh, great!" He said cheerfully.
"Good, good." I replie.
"Wanna hear how drugged Vincent was after the flight?" I ask them. Vincent's face turned red.
"No Scott no please!" He pleaded. I giggled a bit.
"Right so we were home from the flight right? And then Vincent be can crying. Then he said he thinks he's pregnant. Than after the drug kicked out, he said what happened to the plain." Vincent's face was now a bright red. Mike and jeremy were sat there giggling.
"Why???!!!" Vincent giggled.
After a few minuits Vincent got drunk.......very drunk.....Mike and jeremy left and hour ago.
"Sccoootttt..." he whined.
"Yes vinny?" I asked.
"Wh- *hic* where are jere-my and mi-Mike?"He asked.
"Home." I say helping him up so we could go to bed.
"Whh- *hic*" he moaned.
"Vincent you need rest. Come on babe." I say getting into bed. He blushed and got in.
"I-m boi-ling...." he groaned.
"Take off your shirt then." I say to him.
"Nnnooooooo." He winced. I sighed and hugged him closely.
