you wake up with a pounding headache, the remnants of a wild party still echoing in your mind. as you slowly regain consciousness, you realize you're not in your own room. the very familiar surroundings make your heart race, and you turn your head to see matt lying next to you. the sight of his tousled hair and peaceful face brings a flood of confusing memories from the night before.

blinking against the harsh morning light, you notice both your clothes strewn across the floor in a chaotic heap. the realization sends a shock through your system, and you struggle to piece together the events that led to this moment. just as the fog in your mind begins to clear, Matt stirs beside you.

with a groan, he rubs his eyes and sits up, looking as disoriented as you feel. when his eyes finally focus on you, they widen in shock. "what the fuck?!" he exclaims, his voice a mix of panic and confusion. "what are you doing in my bed?!"

you sit up too, clutching the blanket to your chest, trying to form a coherent response. i mean, you were confused too. the events of the previous night come rushing back in fragments: the laughter, the drinks, the dancing. but how did it end like this? matt's bewildered expression mirrors your own feelings, and you both stare at each other, searching for answers.