I feel like shit.

Not only because I have a hangover, but because I kissed my girlfriend's sister. The one thing I promised myself I would never do.

And the really bad part is I actually ENJOYED it. It was only like ten seconds long, but I wanted it to be longer. I wanted her last night more than I ever wanted my own girlfriend. Was it the way she kissed me? Or was it her bad girl attitude? Or maybe the alcohol?

All of these questions pushed out another round of vomit. Actually, no, I'm pretty sure it was the drink Ash made me. I don't know WHAT he put in it, but so far we haven't been agreeing.

~A few hours later~

I finally feel better, so I do the one thing I've been needing to do all day: Get help. I just need to talk to one, or all, of the guys about what happened last night. See what they have to say about it.

First I called Calum. He said he had to go grocery shopping. That was a first......

Next in line: Ashton. I was about to press call, but then I remember he chugged a whole bottle of Bacardi last night. He was probably not up to it.

I called Mike and he said he was fine and he would come over. I decided to cleaned up before he got here.

The doorbell rang and I opened the door. He walked in.

"Hey, mate. What'cha need?" He asked.

"Well, I have a question. About last night...." I replied.

"Let's see if I can remember." He joked.

"Remember how we were playing Truth or Dare last night?" I asked.

"Yeah,"

"Remember Paris' dare?"

"Ummm.......yeah."

"Well, I actually enjoyed that kiss. And I'm dating her sister, and-"

"-you don't know what to do." Mike finished.

"Yeah...." I replied.

"Well, here's my opinion, do what makes you happy. If you want Paris, go for Paris. If you want London, stay with London. Hell, if you want some cheap chick off the streets, get a cheap chick off the streets! I don't care! It's your life, live it your way!" He ranted.

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind." I said. "Thanks for your help, mate."

"Your welcome." Michael said.

We talked for a little while longer, than Michael headed on home. It's nice to know that he's supporting the decision I've made. Now, I just need the courage to do it.

~Michael's P.O.V~

I drove home on auto-pilot. I couldn't believe what I just suggested to Luke. I mean, especially since he's just said that he likes the girl I like. Damn it, it feels like school all over again.

I mean, what else can I do?

Notes

Okay, I know this chapter is kinda terrible (I mean really terrible) but I just thought we needed to show Luke's P.O.V in this mess. So, what do you think Luke's decision is? How do you think everyone (including you) will react? Hold on, 'cuz crap's about to go down!