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Next morning.

There is a loud noise coming from downstairs and I look at my alarm clock to see it’s just 6:00 a.m. My head falls back into bed, trying to force myself to sleep again, but who am I kidding? Even I know there’s no way I’m falling asleep with the noise downstairs.

I pull off the cover from my body and drag my feet out of my room and walk into the living room where Phoebe and some strange faces putting things together are. I spot Jake in nothing but his boxer with a dull, sleepy face. Guess I am not the only one who was...