A/N: I'm not really a fan of Katy Perry but her songs have infected me, lately. I was inspired (of course by the famous title) and decided to write a little story. This could be a one shot but depending on the feedback, I hope its more because I have a ton of ideas bobbing in my mind.

(Clare's POV)

I've never felt this terrible and confused waking up. Terrible because I had the worst headache in my life and the extreme dryness in my throat didn't help. The confusion set in right after as I slowly took in my surroundings. I noticed the red, metallic texture I was sitting on and I immediately knew where I was but at the same time, it left even more bewilderment.

What am I doing on a corner of a neighborhood, in the open trunk of Jake's truck?

Where's my purse?

Where are my shoes?

Whose glasses are these?

Why is Drew sleeping next to me?

Fear kicked in at his clothing only being boxers, socks, tank top, and underwear on his head. MY underwear. That means I'm not wearing any underwear under this dress. I would've grabbed my underwear at that moment but I didn't want to wake up the poor fella so abruptly. It also had to do with the fact that I didn't want this wake up to be anymore real than it sadly is.

Still alarmed, I felt a light-weight clasp around my wrist. My eyes quickly adverted to my wrist and it turned out to be a… HANDCUFF? The other handcuff belonged to Drew's. Well, that explains why Drew is sleeping next to me. Wait, why am I handcuffed to Drew?

Drew, groggily and hastily, opened his eyes and started widening as the sight of me went through his mind. The flashbacks of everything I could remember came into my mind immediately. The faint memories before I decided to let loose.

"Those shots were a really bad idea…" we both chimed in.

"Jinx, you owe me a soda!" he impulsively followed up with. Really?

"Jinx, you owe me my Friday night!" I replied.

I always took pride in not being one of the "party" girls. The ones who drank and did all the stupid clichés you see people do when they're intoxicated. I really took those Above the Influence commercials with pride! I couldn't stand the underwear on Drew's head anymore.

"Uh, do you mind giving back my panties back?" I felt so dirty asking that, especially since Drew still had no idea what I was talking about. I pointed to his head in pure agony and embarrassment. He finally gave it back to me. "Thanks," I awkwardly replied.

"Did we…?" Drew hinted us at having intimate relations.

"I sure hope not," I quickly answered. He seemed as if he was offended which I didn't intend. "I mean, because, I plan to wait until marriage. Or at least, I did," I corrected.

Drew nodded, "Oh, right. Well, uh, I don't think it counts since we were drunk and all." I appreciated Drew's attempt to make me feel better but that honestly doesn't help. I really hope we didn't have sex. That means I'll have to give up my abstinence ring. What will the church think? I hope God knows I didn't intend for any of this. What is He thinking right now? Is my place in Heaven gone because of this? My mother is going to kill me! No, Ali's going to kill me first.

"Clare, do you want me to close my eyes so you can you know…" Drew shyly offered, as in me clothing my personal area. If Drew and I fornicated, it's not like it really matters. But proper manners should never be belittled.

"Yeah, that'd be great," I smiled as he shut his eyes. I looked around the neighborhood in the brisk daylight of the late morning. This is definitely not Jake's side of the tracks. What if we somehow stole Jake's car and parked it over here? But if we did, why would we be sleeping in the trunk? Me under the influence can't be that stupid.

"Are you done yet?" Drew asked.

"No! Sorry!" I nearly said in a nervous instant.

"It's alright, take your time," he sighed.

I've already lost my pride, why not add to the load? One-handedly, I put the underwear through my sprawled legs and before I finally finished the struggle, more embarrassment flooded in. But it didn't just add to the load, it practically overflowed it.

Jake, right on the dot, walked out of house his truck was parked in front of and saw EVERYTHING. Jake, surprisingly, only flinched a little bit before he turned away. He didn't even spill or spit out the coffee he was drinking. He was mortified, I'm sure, but is too kind to present it in order to spare my feelings.

Hands over his eyes, he greeted with, "I didn't know you were one for having morning glory."

"What's morning glory?" I gulped.

Drew, still squinting, cried, "Oh, Clare."

Jake addressed with, "You're smart, figure it out. Can I open my eyes now?" I nodded but I realized they couldn't see so I verbally gave my consent, to both Jake and Drew.

"Now can you please tell me why we're here?" I asked. I remember Jake taking both Ali and I to the party but God knows what happened after my memory flew out the window.

"Beats me. I left Zane's party when it started getting a little out of hand. So I drove to an old friend's house who is only a few minutes away from Zane's. I found you two all snuggly on my trunk an hour ago," he truthfully answered. Darn. I was hoping he'd be the key to all my questions.

"And you couldn't have woken us up an hour ago," Drew sarcastically smiled.

"I know how hangovers work, they aren't too pretty," Jake shrugged.

"Good point," Drew said and I thought at the same time.

"Did you see us two do anything while we were drunk?" I thought I would never have to ask a question like that in my life.

"Well, before I left, Adam told me you guys got handcuffed due to a dare. But that's all I have," he answered. So Adam is our source.

"This feels like déjà vu all over again," Drew mumbled.

Ignoring Drew's comment, I returned with, "Thanks, Jake. Hey, but do you mind doing us a favor?"

"Shoot."

"Could you possibly drive us over to Zane's house?" I subtly pleaded.

"Sure. I forgot my flannel at his house and was just about to pick it up," he added. "Just take a load off in the front. But Clare, I hope you don't mind sitting on Drew's lap." Needless to say, I shouldn't mind.

"Hey, Clare," Jake started. I face him, giving him my attention.

"Aren't those that girl's glasses, you know, the one with your ex?" he questioned. Imogen's? No, they couldn't be. She was at the party last night but there is no way she would let me a get a hold of those glasses.

In curiosity, I looked into Jake's rear view mirror. That absolute hipster texture definitely had Imogen written all over it. And I could perfectly see into them, which meant they were fake. I also noticed I had a spot of discoloration on my neck. It was most definitely a hickey.

I started flashbacking to last night. A) because I wanted to distract myself from sitting on Drew's lap, wearing Imogen's glasses, and having a hickey. Sober me hasn't changed. And B) maybe it would figure out how I ended up here.

"What the hell happened last night?" I screamed.