When Jeremy woke up, he didn't know where he was. He looked down to familiar sheets... So he was on his bed, but... this was not his room, he thought decisively.

"Jeremyyyy!" An excited voice filled his ears. He looked up to see Christine. "Isn't this great? We're all in the same house! I'm surprised Brooke's dad agreed to pay for it. It was almost like he didn't even notice!"

Jeremy blinked groggily, his mind filled with fog. How had he forgotten a whole day? Or... it was probably just that he hadn't lived that day... He shivered, frightened by that thought.

He groaned as he sat up, blood rushing to his head. Christine was sitting at his desk, kicking her feet happily.

"Jake is making something for breakfast downstairs. Did you know he could cook? I didn't-" Christine was rambling, much like her old self, but she still seemed a bit off. Jeremy frowned, trying to enjoy the quiet in his head while the Squip was still booting up.

"Tonight we're gonna celebrate at a bar," she continued. "I've never been to one, have you?"

"A bar?" Jeremy questioned, his voice a bit scratchy from lack of use.

"Right," Christine confirmed. "I don't think I ever saw one back home in Trenton... or I guess... that's not really home anymore." Jeremy saw Christine's expression turn to confusion and slight sorrow. It was the first real expression he'd seen from her since the night of the play. His heart fell, wanting to help her somehow.

She doesn't need help.

Jeremy sighed in tired annoyance. What did you do? he asked. Why can't I remember anything after...

You were starting to have a breakdown. I simply assisted you in calming down.

A breakdown? he thought to himself. Over what? He tried desperately to recall the events of that night, but each time he did he came up empty. He felt lost.

For the rest of the day, he tried to busy himself with chores around the house. He didn't want to unpack, much to the Squip's agitation. This, he had decided, was not his home.

When everyone - excluding Jeremy - was unpacked, they all got ready to go to the bar. Jeremy felt sick to his stomach, remembering his last experience with alcohol. But he knew there was no point in trying to protest anymore. Decisions had been made for him as usual.

Upon entering the bar, Chloe had almost instantly called for shots for each of them. A few months ago, Jeremy would have never thought he could do this, but Chloe had gotten a forged license from a sketchy back alley somewhere. Swallowing down guilt, Jeremy took his reluctantly, figuring getting a break from the nagging voice in his head might be nice.

He told the Squip to shut off, taking another shot. He already felt himself getting woozy. Jeremy knew by now what a lightweight he was.

He vaguely registered sitting down at the counter, not even sure what he was saying anymore as an intense wave of emotions coursed through him.

Someone sat down next to him. They looked familiar, like someone he'd known his whole life. That's when the waterworks began.

"Hey, it's okay," the voice said soothingly. "Let's get you somewhere quiet." Through hazy eyes, he realized he was being led to one of the private rooms, a hand gently rubbing his shoulders.

Jeremy sat down in the room, the sounds growing muffled as the door closed behind them. The person from before handed him a glass. Jeremy reluctantly sipped it, taking in larger gulps after realizing it was water.

He felt his head clear a bit, and he finally took a good look at the person sitting next to him. It was a girl, shorter than him by a considerable amount. Her raven hair was put up in a messy bun, leaving some to fall across her large glasses. Her chocolate brown eyes pierced into him, but there was no malice behind them. She wore a bunchy sweater, not too different from the one Brooke used to wear frequently. Quite frankly, she looked like she belonged behind a library desk.

"Who... are you?" Jeremy asked, his voice slurring a bit.

"I'll tell you when you're sober, you just take it easy," she responded, a familiar grin gracing her features. "Oh, one moment." She pulled out her phone, facing away from Jeremy.

After a moment, she nodded slightly. "Hey, I'll be right back," she promised. "You gonna be okay?"

Jeremy bobbed his head in response, laying his head down on his arms when she left. It didn't take long before she slipped back in, taking a seat beside him once again.

"Hun, I hate to say this," she said apologetically. "But you might feel some severe pain in a couple minutes."

Jeremy blinked. "What do you— SHIT!" he cursed loudly, feeling a terrible migraine forming behind his temples. The girl simply rubbed soothing circles in his back, and Jeremy would recognize later how similar her actions were to someone he knew.

"Shh, I know, I'm sorry," she soothed.

Jeremy writhed in pain, holding back screams as tears made their way down his cheeks. Soon, he felt himself fading in and out of consciousness. The last thing he felt was the girl's constant, encouraging touch before he was whisked away for the second time in 48 hours.

AND THAT, FOLKS. IS EXACTLY 900 WORDS. DAM. Yes hello welcome to upload two of today. This is Jerm's POV. Obviously. But I think this one was a bit longer than his previous chapters. And next chapter will be him too!

I like the unnamed character in this. She's a cool lady. *Awkward finger guns*

Anywho's that's it for today's updates. TOMORROW I SHOULD BE BACK ON TRACK WOOWOO!

I'm so tired....

Love you all!!! See you later!
-May ♡