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"DANIEL, GET YOUR ASS UP!"
Daniel's head pounded through his ears when he woke up to Jonah screaming his head off.
"Jonahh, be quiet," Daniel mumbled, shoving his face back into his pillow.
"NO," Jonah snapped, snatching the pillow that Daniel had his head on out from under him. "What the hell did you do last night?" He demanded.
"What do you mean, 'what did i do'?" snapped back Daniel, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"Oh, forget it," groaned Jonah. "You won't remember anyways."
"No no no no no no," Daniel rapidly said, "tell me what I did,"
"I don't know!" Jonah exlaimed, throwing his arms out by his sides. "All I know is that Faith's pissed, and-"
"What are you two blabbering about?" snapped Corbyn, bursting into Daniel's room.
"Corbyn, why are you here?" Daniel asked, curious to know why two out of the five men of his band were in his house.
"Why am I here?" Corbyn retorted, raising his eyebrows "I have no fucking idea, dipshit! I was almost as drunk as you!"
"Are Jack and Zach here, too?" Daniel sighed, running a hand through his now platinum hair.
"Yeah, all they remember is leaving," Jonah butted in, "But those dipshits came here instead of their own goddamn houses,"
"Dumbasses, I swear," sighed Corbyn. "They weren't even that drunk!"
"You guys need to tell me what happened, all of us," Daniel declared, guesturing to mean that all five men needed to discuss it.
"Small problem," Jonah said, Corbyn nodding with him in agreement.
"What, Jonah?" Daniel sighed, standing up from his messy bed.
"We need to get the girls over here, too."
