Your cell phone rings, waking あなた from a peaceful sleep. あなた reluctantly climb out of ベッド to find it, wrapping a sheet around あなた and cursing whoever decided it was a good idea to call あなた at 5 am. Stumbling towards your phone, あなた smile at the blonde girl still sleeping, remembering the night before. あなた flip your phone open without checking the caller ID.
“Hello,” あなた say, your voice laced with the effects of sleep.
“Marissa Cooper,” the voice on the other end screeches. “Where the hell are you, young lady?”
“Yeah, nice to hear from you, too, Mom,” あなた say sarcastically.
“Where...