Your friends would convince you to go to a party that was happening at someones college dorm, the dorm was pretty big. You sort of remember talking to this girl with black hair. As you got into the alcohol, everything kind of went blurry, and you didn’t remember much. As the sun woke you up in the morning, a girl with black hair would walk into the room, her pants barely on, wearing underwear and a bra and your jacket, her phone would barely be hanging out of her pocket.

“You’re finally awake.” She would have something in her hand.