As you're grabbing his headboard and screaming for more, you realize you've painted yourself into a corner. You know that after this, he's going to want you forever. You don't love him like that, unless you're drunk. And man are you wasted, in more ways than one. whispers he loves you and you taste something sweet. He's pulled back and is laying on top of you, kissing you deep.
  "Ryan." You say, trying to push him off of you without hurting him. You muster up a lie, trying to forget what you just did. "I- I'm tired."
  He laces his fingers in yours and laughs selfishly. "Why? I did all the work?" He's lying on your right side, running his fingers up and down your stomach. "I'm freezing." The fan has began to hit your bodies and cool your sweat, so you pull the blanket off the floor and lay it on Ryan first, then yourself.
  Ryan closes his eys and begins to doze off, but every minute he's still awake seems like an hour to you. And the second you're positive he's asleep, you slither, literally slither, out of the bed. For a second, you almost feel bad. As you're pulling your pants up, you think I'm sorry, Ry. I was just born to bail.
  You pull your shirt on and check out Ryan one more time. You walk out of his room, out of his house, and don't look back. George Ryan Ross is not going to end your streak.

  You wake up and Alex isn't there. You bite your tounge despite how much you're dying to call his name. You figure he pulled a DeLeon and just went for a walk, its only a walk and he'll be back soon. You stand and search for your pants, but Marshall's taken them and his are bundled on the floor. So you pull them on and remember you're at your house.
  After pulling your pants out of your dresser and onto your bare hips, you think Marshall, where are you? You leave your house and start dialing his number in the cell phone you thought you forgot. C'mon, Marshall, pick up. You sigh when his voice mail answers. "Alex, call me back." You pray to God he didn't pull a Wentz and walk out on you.
  You walk until you bump into a guy in an insanely long line. Its Wentz. Pete Wentz. He's waiting to get into a bar. "You are famous, aren't you?" You joke with him, reminding him he could get to the front of the line with just his smile. He laughs and nods, saying something about Alex.
  "He called me and told him to meet me here." He says. Your heart instantly flutters and you decide you'll wait with Pete.