When I woke up the next day, I was on the floor.

Blake had pushed me onto the floor.

He was spread out on his bed surrounded by empty pints of ice cream. I was on the carpeted yet uncomfortable floor. At least someone had the decency to put a pillow under my head and a blanket on me.

I glared at Blake's sleeping form and crossed my arms. After a minute of doing this, I got up and stretched. I tried to be as quiet as possible as I snuck past Blake and headed for the door. When I opened it, praying that it didn't sneak, I almost laughed....