I sat up and screamed. What was happening? I felt around me (like I always do after nightmares) and I didn't feel the usual comfort of my bed. I felt confused. Did I forget I was staying at someone's house or something? I felt around me and hit something soft. I placed my hand on whatever it was. Then slowly moved my hand to figure out what I was touching. I felt human flesh a couple centimeters from where I landed.

 My eyes widened. Fuck. I just touched someone's boob. I got out of the cot I was in. Everything was dark and I pleaded for my eyes to adjust. There was a small sliver of light not too far so I ran to it. And I was running for a couple of seconds until I tripped over something... another cot? And fell on top of a person. And just like any normal human being would, they let out a scream.

 "What-"

 "Max, is that you?" I whispered. I could guess who it was because of his scream. It's always as if he's singing one of his songs where he is screaming. It's for some reason, a really soothing scream.

 "Lucy?" he cried. "Um, why are you on top of me?"

 "I-"

 Whoa. What kind of situation did I subconciously get myself into?

 "Um, I was trying to run to that light to see if I could escape but I tripped and fell onto you," I whispered.

 He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

 "Why are you in my house?" he asked. "I mean, I know we were dating for like four hours but I didn't think you were so enthusiastic to start a real thing."

 For some reason I liked hearing his mumbling sarcastic voice. Even though his teasing was kind of a pain, sometimes, it was good to know there was someone familiar here.

 "Um... we're not in your house and yeah, I just made up an excuse so I could be on top of you, " I said the last bit in pure sarcasm.

 And yes, Max and I only speak in complete sarcasm. We're both fluent in it, so we decided just to do so. Cassia, Al and I (and of course, Max too) speak in fluent inside jokes.

 "Wait... we're not at my house? Where are we then? Did we die and this is us both being initiated into hell?" Max cried.

 I shushed him, still half on top of him.

 "I don't know but I think I accidentally touched someone's boobs," I whispered.

 It took him a moment to process what I just said.

 "Wait... what?" he demanded.

 I whispered him the story and he laughed harder.

 "Okay, let's figure out where we are without touching people's boobs and falling on top of one another," he cried, pulling me out of his cot.

 We felt around for more cots. And there were a lot. All arranged in some circle and there were a total of twelve.

 "Fuck. We're in some sort of satanic cult," I teased.

 "Yeah. Because a lazy fangirl and a boy who writes music to distract himself from his issues are eligible people for the illuminati," he whispered.

 I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms and I hoped he assumed I was doing my sass ass pose.

 "The illuminati is for celeberties. God. Did you watch any of Shane Dawson's conspiracies?" I demanded.

 "No, Lucy because I'm too busy making music. I don't have any time for gay YouTubers," he snapped.

 "Well, actually he's bisexual. Big difference."

 "Well, actually, I don't care. Big difference," he fired back.

 I laughed.

 "We wake up in a strange dark cult set up place and we're arguing over Shane Dawson's sexuality," I cried. "Look at us. The next Sherlock Holmes."

 He chuckled.

 "Yeah, see that's what we call a Lax situation," he teased.

 I rolled my eyes. That awkward moment when your guy friend starts shipping you with him. But I didn't mind. I was used to it.

 "No but really what do you remember before waking up?" I asked.

 I tried to rain out a memory but I had a massive headache throughout my brain. I didn't try. And it was like I had amnesia or something but I could easily recognize familiar things like Max.

 "Um... I can't really think... I feel like I'm in the midst of an exam season with my head pounding like this," he cried. "Sorry, Luc."

 "No, me too," I answered. "Should we wake someone up?"

 I heard him walk further away, so I slowly followed him. 

 "I'm surprised the girl you boob touched didn't wake up. Aren't boobs sensitive?" he asked.

 I rolled my eyes. Al and Max always like to tease about girl issues like periods and boobs.

 "Again, Max. You don't even know!" I cried.

 He laughed, guiltily.

 "Okay, fine. Give a random cot a good ol' kick or do it the Lucy way," he announced. "Jump on top of them... unless they seem like people who crave sex, then don't do that."

 I rolled my eyes again (hanging out with Max really takes a toll on your eyes. They ache from rolling so much) but smiled. Max was good at words and he always knew what to say to make me smile. I wish I could do the same for him. Because we have the same issues except he has no one to cheer him up.

 He kicked somebody's cot.

 "Wake up! Are you a part of a cult?" he demanded.

 He kept kicking at the cot and asking that question until there was a groan and a yawn.

 "Hello. I'm Max Jim and this is Lucy Moore, are you apart of a cult?" he yelled.

 I laughed and tried to place a hand over his mouth to quiet him.

 "You're going to scare everybody you wake up," I whispered.

 The body shifted in the cot and I felt guilty about waking him up.

 "Um. What?" he asked.

 Max leaned down. I could feel his shift in movement.

 "What's your name?" he asked.

 "Um... Jack," he said, confused. "Where am I?"

 Jack had a soothing, calm voice. Like he could come across as clueless but his voice and brains contradicted that.

 "I think in a satanic cult," Max whispered. "Do you know if we're in a satanic cult?"

 There was another yawn.

 "I'm pretty sure I'm not in a satanic cult," he mumbled. "But sorry if I am. Can I sleep, now?"

 Max shook the cot and Jack groaned again.

 "No! You have to help us wake the others! We need to confirm our theory of a satanic cult and you just happened to be the first victim to help us," he ordered.

 Jack went back to sleep.

 "Get up!" Max snapped, loudly.

 The body only shifted again.

 "Mom, just five more minutes," Jack mumbled, tiredly.

 Max sighed and he knew he couldn't use my help because I'm terrible in any situations that involve interacting with other people, that I don't know.

 "Okay, I might be a queen and stuff but I'm not your mom," he demanded. "I will drag you out of this cot, if I have to because I have been working out."

 I couldn't hold back a giggle.

 "Whoa. Max. So threatening," I whispered.

 "You know what, Lucy? Shut up, okay? Thank you," he cried.

 I laughed again.

 "Jack, what do you love?" Max asked.

 Jack shifted again and I knew he was in that awkward half asleep stage everyone usually goes through in the morning.

 "My drums," he mumbled.

 It was kind of funny to be honest.

 "Crap! Your drums are on fire!" Max yelled.

 "Huh?" Jack asked.

 Max started to run around the room like a crazy person and left me to stand there, regretting my life and hoping I don't get bulldozed by him.

 "Your drums are on fire!" he yelled.

 Jack sat up.

 "What?" he demanded.

 "Get up! Get up!" Max yelled. "We need to extinguish your drums!!"

 Jack jumped up and like slapped me in the face.

 "Ouch!" I cried.

 "Oh um sorry... where are my drums?" he demanded.

 I tried not to laugh but I couldn't. He heard me and I felt a figure shift towards me.

 "What? Where are my drums?" he asked and I felt a cold hand brush against my elbows. Jack's hand then gripped my arm having a general sense of where I stood.

 "Your drums are probably safe but we're stuck here," I mumbled. "We need to wake everyone up."

 "What?" Jack mumbled, tiredly.

 I sighed right when I felt Max accidentally walk into me.

 "Oof!" I cried as we collided.

 "Sorry," Max muttered. "Watch where you're going."

 I shoved him away with accuracy then changed my position so he couldn't find me.

 "Anyways, Jack," Max cried. "Lucy and I have come to the hypothesis that we're in some sort of satanic cult."

 And that really only made Jack more confused.