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It was Saturday night, after a long party that lasted all of Friday night and then till late Saturday afternoon, so Oz was at home, in the house they lived in alone. They were sleeping, at least until this sound started.


"What?!" the collective sat up and saw Polly half floating through the floor "How'd you get in here?"

"I'm a ghost duh." She laughed floating all the way up "You I'm like…pretty wasted so I'm gonna crash here."

"You have your own house." Oz said.

"Yeah but like…that's lame." Polly said.

At this point Oz actually looked up and saw Polly, her Hawaiian shirt was half off, her hair was down out of its usual ponytail and a scrunchie was on her wrist.

"Fine." Oz got out of bed and threw a pillow onto the couch on the right side of the room "Why's your hair down."

"I don't know." She hummed "It looks better down or up?"

"Up." Oz said.

"Really." Polly smiled jumping onto the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing?" they asked.

"You're couch sucks." She said "It's fine we'll sleep back to back."

The two said nothing and started to drift off to sleep.

"Hey Oz…" Polly spoke up "You awake?"

The collective said nothing, but they had a thought.

Is this…the fabled late-night confession, where she thinks I'm asleep and says what her heart truly feels? Is it finally happening?"


"Hmm?" they said.

"I have to say this…I…"


"I think I'm gonna barf." Polly groaned.

"Then get out of the bed!" Oz snapped.

Polly jumped up and ran into the bathroom and immediately threw up, how does a ghost vomit…I don't know but apparently they can.

"Haa…" Oz sat there holding her hair up "See, this is why it's better when you tie your hair up."


Oz would say that he felt like a good friend right now…but this wasn't the first time that the two had been in this situation, Polly parties super hard, crashes at Oz's and then gets hungover. It was the strange, but accepted part of their friendship compared to the other "cool kids", she wouldn't stay over at another guys, she wouldn't stay at Miranda's since it was underwater, she said "Vera will charge me like it's an inn." And that meant she wound up here.

But hey, that's what friends are for. Awkwardly sleeping over and barfing in your bathroom while you hold their ghost hair.


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