"Where HAVE you been!?" You're mother yells at you before you even enter the house. It's Sunday morning and you're re very hungover from being out all night partying. You of course couldn't tell her that you'd gotten drunk and hooked up with the hottest guy on the holiday resort, Michael. She'd KILL you. As much as the pain in your head makes you regret the drinking, you didn't regret your time with him. You longed to see him again.