10:40 Am.

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As my eyes flick open, I look around. This isn't my house? I'm not it a masculine-looking bedroom, with my hair like a bush.
I wipe my eyes. I then see the door handle turn. Am I in a dream? I pinch myself. Am I in some sort of trance because I have never seen this bedroom before?
Then comes walking in a tall man, with the a small white towel rapped round his bottom half, his hair dripping wet. It's Patrick.
Patrick: Uh hey, how you feeling?
" uh well, to be totally honest with you I can't even remember what happened last night or how the hell I got sleeping in your room!" I say talking with a pace.
Patrick: Well, you stopped round mine for a movie, we had pizza, not gonna lie to you, did a bit of flirti-
" Flirting? How could we possibly flirt?"
Patrick: well we fought for pizza, then I fell asleep in your arms, and then you fell asleep, I then woke up at 4, carried you upstairs and that's where we are today.
" Wow." I nervously giggle.
" I have to ask one thing... did we uh, well um, like share a bed?"
Patrick: Oh no no, I slept in the spare room.

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