I woke up the next morning with the biggest headache of my life. It felt like thirty people were tap dancing on the inside of my head.

"Shit," I grabbed my head and groaned. I looked around to see where I was, hoping to God I wasn't in a strangers bed.

I sighed in relief, I was in a bed but luckily I was in Carly's bed. Carly was next to me lightly snoring with her clothes still on from last night facing away from me. I looked down and saw I was still wearing my same last thing I remember is sitting in a bathtub with Freddie and then getting mad about something but I can't place what.

I slowly got out of the bed making sure I didn't wake up my best friend. I looked beside me and saw four aspirins and two glasses of water on the dark purple nightstand. I figured it was Spencer. Though he doesn't approve of our activities he knew it was normal teenager actions that he himself use to do. Plus, he knows Freddie and Carly are responsible. I took two of the four aspirins and downed the water feeling better with the cold liquid wettening my dry mouth.

I looked over to see Carly still wearing her painful high heels.

"Holy chiz," I mumbled walking to the end of the bed. I pulled them off and saw her feet had a few blisters. "Poor, Carls."

I looked down on the floor and saw my black converse on the side of the bed. Why didn't Spencer take off Carly's heels?

I walked over to Carly's closet and pulled out my green plaid pajama pants that I always kept over here. Replacing my tight uncomfortable jeans with the relief of soft cotton, I checked the time on my phone and saw it was still only five am in the morning.

What time did we even get back?

Either way I was still tired and knew not to ever give up sleep when I had the chance to take it. I went over to the bed again and got under Carly's blankets. Feeling much better and more comfortable than when I woke up. Carly flipped over facing me and snuggled up to my side placing her arm over my stomach. Her breath reeked with alcohol and God knows what else. I smiled though happy I was with my best friend.

This was the only thing that made me feel better than pills. I wish I had moments like this all the time. Just relaxing with someone who cared about me. There is one other thing but before I could go deep in thought my eyes closed and I went into a deep slumber.

…

I woke up again but this time to find Carly already awake staring up at her ceiling.

"What's up, Cupcake?" I asked.

Carly's brown eyes looked over at mine, "my head kills."

I looked over and grabbed the remaining aspirins and the full glass of water handing it to her. She thanked me with her eyes taking the pills and gulping the water. I placed the now empty glass of water next to mine.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" Carly asked me.

"I remember you flirting with Brad, me having to go pee, me in a bathtub with Freddie, then getting angry. Everything is blank after that."

Carly nodded her head looking back at the ceiling with a smile on her face, "Brad is so hot."

"Did you get lucky?" I laughed.

She shook her head then gave me a look, "your fault."

"My fault? How was it my fault?"

"After your little scrub and dub showdown with Freddie, you booked it out of Brad's house right between him and I making out. I swear I was one ear nibble away to him ask me to go to his bedroom."

I groaned, "Carls, how does me leaving missed your chance on getting laid?"

"You're my best friend. You looked really mad so of course I had to go see what was up with you."

Wow… that was… that was nice of her.

"So I went outside to the scene of you walking in the opposite direction of my apartment and Freddie calling your name. You then out of no where just collapsed on the grass passed out. Freddie, at first, freaked out thinking something bad happened… I don't know why though, I mean, drunk people pass out. But he said I 'don't understand' and was making sure you were okay."

The pills.

"So then he picked you up, barely cause you know, he was drunk too, and stumbled to our place. It was actually pretty humorous. You passed out, Freddie trying to give you a piggy back ride while being drunk, and myself trying to walk in heels without breaking my ankles being drunk."

"What happened when we got home?" I asked.

"Freddie and I had to team up on trying to get you up the stairs, which you owe me because do you know how many times I almost broke my ankle?"

I rolled my eyes, "so you got me up the stairs almost breaking your ankle…"

"I passed out on my bed after Freddie laid you on it taking off your converse. I think he was making sure you were breathing and going way too over the top with a passed out drunk person making sure they're okay, but it's Freddie so I guess it's normal."

"Yeah," I sighed. "Normal."

"Anyways, I'm not all too upset on not getting laid with Brad," Carly got out of her bed walking over to her closet grabbing a towel and a fresh new pair of clothes.

I stretched across her bed and threw her a smirk, "why is that? You realized you much rather taste his fudge than his di-"

"No, Sam!" Carly interrupted me giving me a dirty look.

"Chill, Carls. I was kidding," I laughed. I was so not kidding.

"Prom is in a week," Carly continued. "I know almost hundred percent that will be the night."

Oh right… prooooom.

"Ugh, I forgot about prom."

"Sam… you promised."

"I know, I know." I sighed putting her covers over my head hoping I'll somehow suffocate.

"I'll still go against my will." I mumbled.

I could feel Carly smiling when she said, "you're the best."

"I know."

"I'm gonna go take a shower," I heard Carly walking to the bathroom. "We need to go find our dresses today."

I groaned but of course she ignored me.

"It'll be fun, Sam!"

"Whatever."

I heard her leave the room right as my stomach growled. Time for breakfast. I threw off the covers from over my face and I looked at her pink clock realizing it's twelve thirty… well time for a late breakfast.

I hopped out of her bed about to go ask Spencer to cook me up some pancakes and bacon but my phone soon buzzed on the nightstand. My heart dropped when I saw the caller ID.

Frednub: We need to talk.

Shit.