After waking up JUST A LITTLE awkwardly this morning, Peter had finally managed to get back into his room.  And was never, ever, ever leaving it again.

Locking his key in his room?  Check.  Trying to pick up tricks on the street?  Check.  Hitting on every person that moved? Check.  Making out with most of them?  Check.  More than making out with ( Read more... )

Peter fell into bed still thinking he was Doody.

About an hour later, he woke up and felt his hair, hoping Saturday was a bad dream.  It wasn't.  He took a long, long shower to rinse the products out of his hair and hoped to drown himself in the shower.

Sadly it didn't work so he went outside to walk down to the beach.

He didn't even let himself ( Read more... )