august 4th, 1996.

god, what a night. red cups everywhere, spilt beer on stus carpet, people making out, beer pong balls everywhere and horror movies.

you’ve never really been the party type, but layla convinced you to come. then got lost with some jock in the span of 10 minutes. typical.

you dont even remember how many shots youve taken. 10? 11? 12? god, who knows.

all you remember is some blonde girl carrying you to her red bettle.

august 5th, 1996.

you wake up in a single bed, which is weird because you have a double. you look beside you and theres some blonde girl, wait, you think her names tatum, in the other bed next to you.

“jeez, what a night. you okay? theres water on your bedside table.”

she tightens her high ponytail and yawns, hugging her bunny plushie.