**Phoebe's POV**
The next morning
The light burned my eyes through my eye lids and I wanted to shout at whoever was holding the flashlight to my face to go to hell, but my mouth felt so dry, and I am pretty sure if I yelled the throbbing headache would only get worse. I peaked my eyes open and saw no one, but I found out who my enemy was. The sun. Why was my curtain even open? How did I even get in my room and into my bed? I looked down and saw that I was in my pajamas as well? What the hell happened last night?
"You look how I feel." A grumbled voice came from my door. There I saw a zombie looking version of Sofia. She slowly dragged her feet over to my bed and careful crawled under the covers, facing me. "Lorenzo came to wake me and say breakfast is ready. In order to respect your fat
