Spencer PoV:

Pain. Throbbing, horrifyingly real, mind-numbing pain. That’s the only thing that was running through Spencer’s mind. Not that she was upside down on her bed fully clothed, not that her nose was resting next to a disgusting sock, but only to how she might be able to rid her self of the headache that cursed her. She opened one eye slightly and regretted it. Ouch. She thought. That hurts. Fuck the person who discovered the wonders of alcohol.

Ever so cautiously, Spencer slid her eye lid open. Bit by bit the room came into focus but it did nothing to soothe the pounding at her temples. She made a vow to herself then and there to never drink again. Never again will the evil that is alcohol pass my lips. Slowly looking around the room Spencer saw that her phone, which she had haphazardly thrown against the wall last night, was sitting on her bedside table.

Being in the state that she was, Spencer was unable to solve the conundrum. When did that move? Suddenly she realized that not only did she not know when or how her phone moved but she also realized she didn’t know what time it was. She glanced at her i-Pod dock. It was 1:43. Pm. A groan escaped Spencer’s mouth and she layed back down on the smelly sock. I’ll deal with this later. Was her last thought before she drifted past the pain and into blissful sleep.

Sam’s PoV:

        Sam trudged up the stairs to the apartment he shared with Spencer. It was close to 4 in the afternoon. If she isn’t up by now there are going to be some serious consequences. She had arrived home sometime around 12:30 at night and she had woken up Sam by unsuccessfully trying to fit the key into the lock. The profanities she had half whispered/ half screamed were enough to make him shiver. How she ever found out how to combine words like that was beyond him. Innocent girl from Ohio my ass! As much as he enjoyed having Spencer around there were always some times when she could be a huge pain in the posterior. Like waking Sam up at midnight with a colorful string of curses. Oh well, he thought. It just makes it all the more fun to get back at her.