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I woke up with a pounding headache.

I closed my eyes, letting out a groan, and then blinked a couple of times.

I have absolutely no recollection of last night. I mean, I obviously made it home somewhere between drinking and dancing with Hannah and the rest of the girls.

But the question would be how?

I let out another groan, pressing my fingers to my temples.

I was way too hungover to think about this.

I let out a long sigh, lying in bed for a few more minutes before venturing out.

I stumbled out to the kitchen, my sole goal to locate the Tylenol.

"Good morning," Emmett chirped, with a smile.

"Shhh!" I ordered, swiping the Tylenol off the counter.

"Hungover?"

I ignored him, washing a couple of Tylenol down with his glass of water.

"That wasn't mine."

"Don't tell me," I ordered, turning to head back to my bedroom.

He chuckled. "Aren't you curious about last night?"

"Not in the least bit," I informed him, before climbing back into my bed.

I burrowed under the pillows, willing my headache to go away.

It didn't help that I was also excessively nauseous on top of this massive migraine.

I lied in bed for another couple of hours until Emmett forced me to come out to the kitchen to eat some lunch.

Parker was lying out across the couch, the lights in the living room off, and an ice pack across his head.

"Hungover?" I asked Emmett.

"Migraine," Emmett corrected. "He was the DD last night, not that you'd remember that."

"I bet he's hungover," I muttered, taking a bite of my soup. "But I guess we made it back in one piece last night, so who am I to judge?"

Emmett chuckled to himself.

"What?"

"You really have no memory of last night at all?"

"No," I said, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

What if I'd done something irreversibly stupid, like proclaim my love for Daniel or something? Was he even at the party last night?

I honestly don't remember.

"Would you two please shut up?" Parker groaned.

"Come eat some soup!" Emmett called.

"Shut up."

"Do you get migraines often?" I asked Parker.

"He does," Emmett confirmed. "Well, not often per say. But once every couple of weeks, once a month if he's lucky."

I'd never noticed that. I must be a pretty oblivious roommate.

Though, in my defense, this was only my third month living with him.

Parker picked himself up off the couch, flipping the two of us off before slamming his bedroom door behind him.

"Such a joy," Emmett said, with a laugh.

"I'm taking after the asshole," I said, finishing off my soup. "Good night."

Emmett shook his head, smirking at me. "Good night."

~*~

"So why do you think you're here today?" Dr. Harrison asked me.

"Because my mother made me," I informed her, with a sigh.

Seeing a therapist was probably the stupidest thing my mother has insisted that I do. Well, maybe not worse than London. But a close second.

"Right," Dr. Harrison agreed. "Can you tell me what happened to have your mother make you come?"

"I starved myself."

Dr. Harrison typed on her iPad for a few seconds, and I let out a sigh.

I'll admit, it was a weak point, starving myself over what an American Eagle employee said to me. But I didn't regret it, because I wasn't going to live my life with regrets. I'll just try to learn from the past and change my future.

"Talk to me about what led you to that decision," Dr. Harrison said, looking at me.

"Okay," I agreed, staring at the wall clock.

60 minutes seemed to be an excessively long session, but my mother thought it was perfect.

"It started when I failed my math test," I recited, the story I'd relayed what seemed like a hundred times now.

But in reality it was only a couple, Emmett and my parents.

"I have this image of being perfect," I continued, looking over at Dr. Harrison. "Something I'm working to correct. But that was a low blow, because I've never failed a test in my entire life."

She nodded, as if telling me to continue on.

"So then I went shopping, and this employee told me that if I dropped a couple of pounds, this dress that I'd fallen in love with would fit me the way I wanted it to."

"Oh," Dr. Harrison said, raising her eyebrows in surprise. "Did you report this employee?"

"No."

She nodded.

"And then that was pretty much it. I decided that I would join a gym and slim up a bit, but I did it in a bit of a radical fashion."

"What did you think you would achieve by becoming thinner?"

Odd, that was almost the exact question Parker asked me, if not the one.

"I thought I would achieve perfection."

That's all I've ever wanted, really. To achieve ultimate perfection.

~*~

"So?" I asked Emmett, leaning up against the counter.

"Okay," Emmett agreed, holding up a finger towards me. "Yeah, okay. Love you too mom. Bye."

"So?" I repeated.

"I got you out of the group therapy sessions."

I let out a squeal, running around the counter and throwing my arms around him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. You're the best brother."

He laughed. "I couldn't get you out of the individual sessions though. Those she's insistent upon."

"I'll take it."

I separated myself from him, unable to wipe the smile off my face.

"We need to go now before we're late," Parker said, coming out from his room.

He was dressed in his soccer warm-ups, holding his backpack in front of him as he zipped it closed.

"Okay," Emmett agreed. "My bag's in my room."

"And your clothes apparently, you're going to make us late."

"I'm on it!" Emmett called over his shoulder, as he sprinted back towards his bedroom.

"How's the migraine?" I asked Parker.

"How was therapy?"

"Feisty today."

He rolled his eyes, helping himself to a grape from the bowl Emmett had been eating out of.

"So did you see me the night of the party?" I asked Parker.

"See you?"

"Yeah, I mean did I do anything embarrassing?"

He ate another grape, musing over my question.

If he had to think about it, that probably wasn't a good sign.

"I don't think so," Parker said, with a shake of his head.

"So I danced with Hannah on the dance floor..."

"You got semi-raped."

"What?" I hissed.

"Yeah," Parker agreed. "He tried to lock you in the bedroom. But don't worry, your hero saved you."

"My hero?"

"Well, at least that's what you called me all night," he informed me, with a cheeky smile.

"Oh my God," I muttered, feeling my cheeks heat up. "Parker, what else did I do?"

"I took you home."

"You took me home?"

Parker nodded. "We ditched Emmett at the party, he was pretty pissed until I told him about the bedroom thing. And you were pretty drunk, so I just put you to bed."

"And then you and me...?"

"No," Parker declined, with a shake of his head. "No, I put you to bed and then got out."

"Well I guess you do have some gentleman-qualities."

He just smiled in return.

And that's when I had the inkling he wasn't telling me the entire truth.

"Did I say anything to you?"

"Say anything?"

"That could be potentially embarrassing?"

"Other than referring to me as your hero, I don't think so."

Drunk Emily has a habit of talking about anything and everything, so that was good.

"Okay," Emmett called, coming back into the kitchen dressed in his soccer warm-ups. "Ready."

~*~

"It's freezing out here," Michelle said to me, as I pulled the hood of my hoodie up.

"Agreed," I muttered, pulling the sleeves of my hoodie down over my hands.

I was wearing a long-sleeve shirt and a hoodie, along with jeans and my Uggs. And I was still shivering.

And it wasn't the type of bearable cold. This was the it-hurts-to-inhale cold that made a person feel as though their lungs were exploding.

The soccer players were hopping up and down on the sideline in their pre-game huddle. I couldn't see Emmett and Parker, but I'm sure they were freezing as well.

It was a miserable night for a soccer game.

"And I've come to save the day!" Hannah announced, coming up to join us in the bleachers with three blankets.

Her boyfriend played for the team, but she rarely came to games because she wasn't really into soccer. But tonight was one of the biggest games of the season, so I wasn't surprised to see her here.

"I love you," I said, taking one of the blankets and tucking it around my legs.

I instantly felt warmer.

"You're my favorite redhead," Michelle added.

Hannah laughed, making herself comfortable next to us.

I watched as Emmett took two hits from his inhaler before joining the team on the field.

I really hope his inhaler does the trick tonight.

The ref blew the whistle, signaling the start of the game.

The other team had kick-off, and one of the Mustangs' midfielders got ahold of the ball, and we started working our way down the field.

But Parker lost the ball up by the goal, and their offense regained control.

Emmett and Parker hung back by the half-line, Emmett's hands on his hips while Parker talked to him.

I know that if the air was hard for me to breathe, he had to be struggling right now.

The first quarter passed by uneventfully, the ball bouncing around with no clear action.

And then our offense regained control of the ball, Emmett and Parker sprinting down the field to keep ahead of the midfield.

I stood up, cheering as the midfielder crossed the ball into the center.

And then Emmett's shot went wide.

"Boo," I muttered, retaking my seat.

Parker jogged back up to the half-line while Emmett jogged over to the sideline.

"Is he subbing himself out?" Michelle asked me.

Emmett called over to a bench warmer, his hands digging into his hips.

I knew that stance all too well. He was asking for his bag so he could take a hit from his inhaler.

I checked my phone to see the time as he took two hits.

That was four in less than an hour.

He tossed his inhaler back to the bench warmer before rejoining Parker at the half-line.

"Relax," Michelle said to me, placing a hand on my knee. "He's fine."

"I know," I agreed, with a sigh.

I just worry about him when he starts to overuse his inhaler.

The rest of the half was uneventful, and the boys took to the sideline for halftime.

"This is definitely not as exciting as the last game," Michelle said, with a sigh.

"What happened last game?" Hannah asked.

"It was a blowout," I informed her. "Over by halftime."

"That would be amazing; then we could get out of this cold."

The second half resumed, and it was our kick-off.

Emmett passed the ball off to Parker and then dashed up the field.

Parker dribbled it a bit before doing a pass-and-go with his left midfielder, taking off sprinting as well.

And then the midfielder lobbed it into the goalie box.

It was like a mess of both teams, everybody trying to get a head on the ball.

But it was Parker who ended up getting his head on the ball, and sending it into the back of the net.

Point Mustangs.

I jumped out of my seat, cheering as Emmett and Parker high-fived, Parker laughing.

"I wish I had Emily's enthusiasm for this game," Hannah said, once I sat back down. "I just really can't get into it."

"I've been coming to games since I was 5," I informed her, with a shrug. "It comes naturally."

A couple of minutes later, while the opposing team was setting up for a corner kick, Emmett jogged over to the sideline and took another two hits from his inhaler.

That was now six hits just this game.

He obviously wasn't thinking side effects at this point, just trying to make it through the game.

And then our defense, Hannah's boyfriend to be exact, booted the ball out to our offense.

Emmett took control, starting with the fancy footwork and working with Parker to get the ball down the field.

And then Parker slid the ball between two defenders, giving Emmett the perfect breakaway.

I jumped to my feet, ready to cheer.

But Emmett slowed to a stop.

Parker was immediately by his side as Emmett doubled over, one hand over his chest.

The ref was saying something to Parker, which was clearly pissing Parker off, because he snapped back at the ref.

And got a yellow card for it.

Emmett was shaking his head to whatever Parker was telling him, while the coach called for a sub from the sideline.

By now the game had stopped, half of the opposing team on their knee while the other half looking around, unsure as to whether they were actually supposed to stop or not.

Finally the ref just gave up, waving the Mustangs coach out onto the field.

I descended the bleachers, jumping the fence that separated fans from the field.

But I waited back, waiting until they'd actually gotten Emmett off the field.

I connected eyes with Parker, and Parker gave me a slight shake of his head with a grimace.

Stupid idiot had overdosed on his inhaler.

I jogged around the track that surrounded the soccer field, approaching the soccer bench.

Emmett offered me a minuscule smile in-between his wheezing and grimaced looks.

"Yes, I've got a medical emergency at Westchester High School," the assistant coach informing what I'm sure was emergency medical services on his cell phone.

"Shouldn't he lie down?" I asked the trainer. "Stretch out?"

"Has this happened before?" the trainer asked me.

"Once," I said, shooting Emmett a look.

"And is that what you did?"

I nodded in agreement.

"And did it work?"

"Seemed to I guess."

The trainer had Emmett lied out, as I suggested, to help ease his breathing.

"I love you," I said to Emmett, taking a seat next to him. "But you're so damn stupid."

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So what did you guys think about Emily's hangover & Parker's migraine? What about Emily's therapy session, did you expect her mom to actually follow through with that? And then what about the game, with Emmett's overdose?

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Okay, so I posted this chapter earlier today, but it wasn't showing up on the app. So this is a repost, hopefully this works!

I literally spent all day in bed yesterday with a migraine. Those things are awful, I promise you.

Teaser: It's Christmas break time, and Lee comes to town!

Update: Okay, so I'll be out-of-town for the next week. So here's my promise to you. If I can get wifi, I'll update. But it's not looking good for my wifi options, so I'm not sure that I'll get any. So expect the next update to be