away.
She opened her eyes and I watched them struggle to focus on me. Her lips were swollen from kissing me and she was breathing hard, and in that two seconds before exactly what we were doing really hit me, I think I’d have died to see her like that over and over again.
But then those two seconds passed, and we were two drunk best friends who’d just fooled around in a bedroom whose owner we’d probably never met. I swallowed hard, trying to stop seeing double, and at last, declared, “So I think I’m really drunk right now.”
Sarah licked her lips even as her eyes fell to mine. “Yeah,” she breathed out. Then she tilted her head to the side, and told me, matter-of-fact-ly, “I like kissing you.”
“I like kissing you, too, Sarah,” I agreed amiably, nodding my head, and we stared at each other for another long moment.
Then the corners of her lips tilted upward, and suddenly, we were both slumped against the wall side by side, giggling hard until our stomachs started to hurt.
We stumbled out of the bedroom together at some point soon after that, and the next morning, I’d remember thinking, right then, that I’d definitely not been drunk enough for what’d just happened, and that more alcohol sounded like a good idea.
And then I wouldn’t remember much after that.
I woke up in Sarah’s massive king bed the next morning with a pounding head. Sarah wasn’t with me, but the mystery of where she’d gone was solved within a few seconds, because she came back into the bedroom a moment later with a water bottle in each hand. I realized that her getting out of bed was probably what had woken me up in the first place.
“Hey, you’re up,” she croaked, her mouth and throat sounding as dry as mine felt. I accepted the water bottle from her thankfully and downed half of it while she sipped from her own. When I was finished, I set it aside and blinked the sleep out of my eyes as I rubbed at my head.
“Dude, I can’t remember most of last night,” I realized, alarmed. “What happened?”
“God, where do I begin?” she mumbled, collapsing back on the bed next to me. “I’m trying to remember myself. I just know you got wasted and Dina and Josephine had to help us up to my room.”
“Well, that’s embarrassing.”
“Yeah,” Sarah sighed out. “Let’s never drink that much again. I think I was pretty bad too; you just got bad a little quicker than I did.”
I closed my eyes and wracked my brain for memories. I had everything up until kissing Sarah in the bedroom, but I was perfectly content to lose that memory… or at least act like I had and then never mention it again. There was something about dancing with Josephine, Dina, and Bonnie at some point afterward, and then trying to cheer up an upset Connor, I think… and there was something about Sarah and Sam in there, but I didn’t know what.
“You hooked up with Sam,” I guessed, glancing over at her. “Congrats.”
“No, I don’t think so,” she disagreed, shaking her head. “I just remember talking to him for a while. I think you were dancing.”
“Well, that’s still good.” I started to get out of bed, feeling her eyes on me as I reached for my water bottle. I needed to use the bathroom.
“Is it?” she asked me. I turned, my hand on the knob of her bedroom door, to see her staring at me, eyebrows furrowed, from her spot on her bed. I didn’t want to think about why she’d ask me that.
“Yeah,” I said, and then left the room.
I had to stay at Sarah’s for a little while to make sure I felt one-hundred percent recovered so that there was no evidence of where I’d been last night. But once I was feeling better, she took me home and dropped me off. My parents were waiting inside for me: Dad in the kitchen reading the paper, and Mom working on brunch.
“Hey honey, did you have a good time with Sarah? I could use some help with cooking, if you’re up for it,” Mom said.
“It was fun,” I lied. “We
She opened her eyes and I watched them struggle to focus on me. Her lips were swollen from kissing me and she was breathing hard, and in that two seconds before exactly what we were doing really hit me, I think I’d have died to see her like that over and over again.
But then those two seconds passed, and we were two drunk best friends who’d just fooled around in a bedroom whose owner we’d probably never met. I swallowed hard, trying to stop seeing double, and at last, declared, “So I think I’m really drunk right now.”
Sarah licked her lips even as her eyes fell to mine. “Yeah,” she breathed out. Then she tilted her head to the side, and told me, matter-of-fact-ly, “I like kissing you.”
“I like kissing you, too, Sarah,” I agreed amiably, nodding my head, and we stared at each other for another long moment.
Then the corners of her lips tilted upward, and suddenly, we were both slumped against the wall side by side, giggling hard until our stomachs started to hurt.
We stumbled out of the bedroom together at some point soon after that, and the next morning, I’d remember thinking, right then, that I’d definitely not been drunk enough for what’d just happened, and that more alcohol sounded like a good idea.
And then I wouldn’t remember much after that.
I woke up in Sarah’s massive king bed the next morning with a pounding head. Sarah wasn’t with me, but the mystery of where she’d gone was solved within a few seconds, because she came back into the bedroom a moment later with a water bottle in each hand. I realized that her getting out of bed was probably what had woken me up in the first place.
“Hey, you’re up,” she croaked, her mouth and throat sounding as dry as mine felt. I accepted the water bottle from her thankfully and downed half of it while she sipped from her own. When I was finished, I set it aside and blinked the sleep out of my eyes as I rubbed at my head.
“Dude, I can’t remember most of last night,” I realized, alarmed. “What happened?”
“God, where do I begin?” she mumbled, collapsing back on the bed next to me. “I’m trying to remember myself. I just know you got wasted and Dina and Josephine had to help us up to my room.”
“Well, that’s embarrassing.”
“Yeah,” Sarah sighed out. “Let’s never drink that much again. I think I was pretty bad too; you just got bad a little quicker than I did.”
I closed my eyes and wracked my brain for memories. I had everything up until kissing Sarah in the bedroom, but I was perfectly content to lose that memory… or at least act like I had and then never mention it again. There was something about dancing with Josephine, Dina, and Bonnie at some point afterward, and then trying to cheer up an upset Connor, I think… and there was something about Sarah and Sam in there, but I didn’t know what.
“You hooked up with Sam,” I guessed, glancing over at her. “Congrats.”
“No, I don’t think so,” she disagreed, shaking her head. “I just remember talking to him for a while. I think you were dancing.”
“Well, that’s still good.” I started to get out of bed, feeling her eyes on me as I reached for my water bottle. I needed to use the bathroom.
“Is it?” she asked me. I turned, my hand on the knob of her bedroom door, to see her staring at me, eyebrows furrowed, from her spot on her bed. I didn’t want to think about why she’d ask me that.
“Yeah,” I said, and then left the room.
I had to stay at Sarah’s for a little while to make sure I felt one-hundred percent recovered so that there was no evidence of where I’d been last night. But once I was feeling better, she took me home and dropped me off. My parents were waiting inside for me: Dad in the kitchen reading the paper, and Mom working on brunch.
“Hey honey, did you have a good time with Sarah? I could use some help with cooking, if you’re up for it,” Mom said.
“It was fun,” I lied. “We
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