Mini's POV

I panted and used the nearby toilet paper to wipe the puke off of my face. Once I had gotten rid of the majority, I shakily stood up and flushed the toilet. Sweat dripped down my face as I whispered a quiet 'fuck' to myself. My head was absolutely killing me causing me to shut my eyes before I ended up throwing up again. After a few more breaths that tasted like throw up, I re-opened my eyes to a squint and turned the sink on so that I could wash out my mouth.

Right as I had finished cleaning the horrible taste from my mouth, there was a rapid knocking at my door. My headache was still very real so I shouted a quick, "Shut up already, I'm coming!"

That only increased the pounding in my head but thankfully shut the person at the door up. "Fuck my life," I muttered to myself and pressed my hand to my forehead.

I opened the door to a very distraught Evan holding a camera similar to my own- Wait, why did he have my camera? "Why do you have my camera?" I voiced my internal question and reached my hand towards it.

"I... I..." Evan trailed off and looked me in my eyes. "Do you remember any of last night?"

"Err, no," I shook my head and he let out a groan of disappointment. "Neither do I and I doubt D-Delirious does either."

I didn't notice his discomfort when he said Delirious' name and took my camera from him. "Terroriser would but he's more than likely sleeping. Thanks for bringing me my camera back but you can go now," I yawned and tried to shoo him away.

"No there's... How do I even say this?!" Evan frustratedly ran his hands through his hair. "Me and Delirious had... We had sex."

"Well aren't you two a-"

"No! God dammit Mini! We aren't a couple! You scared us, he tripped after taking a shower and I hadn't gotten around to putting clothes on!" he clenched his fist, looking like he wanted to hit something. "And we recorded it using that camera!"

"... What the fuck Evan...?" I looked down at my camera in disgust. "Why the fuck would you record that shit?"

"I don't fucking know Mini!" he threw his hands up in the air. "We were drunk!"

"Just... calm down, okay? Does Delirious know about any of this?" I asked and put a hand on his shoulder, hoping to calm the angry Asian man down.

"He was asleep. I panicked and left him. What do I do Mini?" Evan looked down at his feet, suddenly seeming smaller than me.

How does he even seem smaller? He was a tall, buff Asian guy for heaven's sake! "You can stay here for now, I'll go check on him," I motioned towards my bed in an obvious gesture to get him to sit.

Evan slipped past me as I shut the door behind him. He flopped down and stared out the window at the city of Boston as it slowly came back to life. Already I could hear police sirens go wailing past five stories down. "Are you going to change?" Evan motioned towards me, obviously trying to tell me that I was still wearing my clothes from the previous day.

"Oh! Uh, yeah," I nodded and took the few steps over to my suitcase.

Within the span of a few minutes, I was now wearing one of my T-Shirts and beige pants. It was kind of weird changing in front of Evan due to the fact that I was wearing Batman boxers but luckily he was facing away from me the entire time. "I'll be going now," I awkwardly waved goodbye at him before hurrying out into the hallway.

The entire trip to the most mysterious member of my group of friend's room was filled with attempts to remember at least a scrap of last night. What happened? There was just a faint memory of kissing someone... Who the fuck did I kiss? Jesus, I'm never getting wasted like that again! In no time at all, I was in front of Delirious' door. "So... Uh, Delirious," I rehearsed. "You fucked Evan. No no no, too forward. Hey Delirious! You fucked your best friend last night while we were all wasted! God I'm horrible at this... Fuck it, I'm going balls deep in this bitch."

Before I could second-guess myself again, I knocked on the door loudly and was answered with a "Calm the fuck down! I'll be there in a fucking moment!"

"Aren't you cheerful today?" I grumbled to myself and was about to lean on the door when it opened up.

"There. Are you fucking happy now?" Delirious opened the door, naked except for his boxers.

"Why the fuck did you record that using my camera?" I glared at him, his grumpy attitude causing my headache to come back.

"W-what?" Delirious stuttered and cocked his head in a confused manner. "What did I record?"

"... You don't remember last night?" I asked and he nodded, a wince quickly following the motion. "Neither do I."

"So what was recorded?" Delirious tried to catch a glimpse of the camera as if it would tell him.

"Well..." I nervously looked and suddenly found the carpet to be very interesting.

"Just say it already," Delirious said impatiently. "My ass and head hurt enough as it is."

I quickly looked back up at him and blurted out, "You made a sex tape."

He stared at me in shock before a grin slowly made its way onto his face. Shit, he was acting worse than I thought he would. Delirious began laughing his normal, insane laugh although this time it sounded... off. "Don't worry, I'll just tell everyone that you're sick or something," I patted his shoulder and awkwardly took a step back and started walking away.

As I walked, a door slammed shut behind me and I could only assume that it was his. "God, everything went to shit," I rolled my eyes before suddenly flinching as my migraine returned full-force. "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

I took the elevator down to the lobby and walked out the front doors, fingering my wallet the entire time. Across the street and around the corner lay the home of all white girls... Starbucks. "Hello my beloved child," I cooed to it and gently opened the door. "Mama's back!"

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I wanted to write more but I know nothing about Starbucks except that I like their cake pops and their coffee can suck my ass cause I don't like coffee. Sorry for the month long wait for this chapter but I am currently watching my friend drink coffee from her thermos. Fuck her coffee. Hopefully she'll get a Wattpad. I will force her to get a Wattpad.

I have a One-Shot book if anyone wants to check it out. Um... Do it! Cause Shia Labeouf! *looks around before unsurely nodding to self* Yeah...

Hey guys, Cat here! Again, sorry for the month long wait but holy shit, the views. Not only does this story have over 1k views but within the large span of no-updates, the views went up by over 500! THAT'S AMAZING GUYS! I'll cut my celebrations short so that you can have a chapter for your face. This chapter is also unedited because I'm tired and a lazy shit. And remember, peace! *gives thumbs up instead of a peace sign cause the fuck is logic?*