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The sunlight pierced through the curtains, casting a sharp, annoying glow across Olivia's room. Her head throbbed, and her limbs felt like they weighed a ton. She groaned, pulling the blanket over her face, trying to block out the light, but it was useless. The headache only intensified.

She glanced around her room, eyes squinting at the mess. Cups and empty bags from snacks littered the floor. It felt like a tornado had passed through, and she was too tired to care. "Ugh," she muttered, rubbing her temples, trying to shake off the drowsiness.

She rolled out of bed, kicking a stray shoe out of the way. "Hey, wake up!" Olivia said loudly to Sarah and Kiara, who were still snuggled under the blankets. She wasn't gonna suffer this aftermath alone.

Sarah groaned, pulling the covers tighter over her head, mumbling something. Kiara, on the other hand, made an exaggerated noise, rolling over and glaring at the sunlight. "It's too early for this," she complained.

"Tell me about it," Olivia sighed, heading toward the door.

She walked across the hall to the boys who were sleeping in the guest room, JJ, John B and Pope were all still asleep. JJ was tangled in the sheets, his arm hanging off the side of the bed. John B. was sprawled out on the floor, looking like he had fallen off the bed at some point. Pope was curled up on the couch, his face buried in a pillow.

Rise and shine, lazy asses," Olivia said, knocking on the doorframe as she entered.

JJ groaned loudly, pulling a pillow over his head. "Why does it feel like a freight train ran over me?"

"Good morning to you, too," Olivia said dryly, rolling her eyes. "Come on, we have to get up."

John B. lifted his head, squinting at her. "Seriously? Are you really waking us up right now?" he mumbled, then turned his head back into the floor, clearly not interested in waking up anytime soon.

Pope gave an exaggerated groan, pulling the blanket over his head.

Olivia shook her head. "Okay, fine. You guys just stay here, then." She turned on her heel and headed out, already anticipating the next round of complaints.

After some dramatic stretches, they all finally shuffled into the bathroom to freshen up. The boys, still half-asleep, bickered over whose turn it was to use the shower first, John b won this time.
JJ and John b have practically claimed this shower as their own.

The scene was much quieter downstairs when they finally made it to the kitchen. They slowly gathered around the table.

Pope rubbed his eyes, glaring at the sunlight coming through the windows. "I don't even remember the last hour of last night," he muttered.

Olivia grabbed a cup of tea for herself and sat at the table. "I don't think any of us are gonna remember most of last night," she said with a tired chuckle. "That's what happens when you guys all crash at my place."