One and Only

Awkward...

I shook my head of the vengeful thoughts of the spiky-haired, freckled bouncer falling in a ditch or running from a big group of grizzly bears after a failed hunting attempt. That was taking it a little too far; I couldn't really blame him entirely for me not being able to find a single memory after getting up to dance. It wasn't exactly the bouncer's fault I couldn't remember my first time. I had chosen to get drunk off my mind, thinking nothing of it, and now look where that lead me to. I have no recollection of loosing my virginity, I managed to make it sound like I regretted the night, and now I'm a car with the man I lost my V-card and home's still another half hour away. I have no clue how I haven't bashed my overthinking mind into the dashboard yet. All these thoughts just made me want to take a sleeping pill and not wake up until I didn't have these recurring thoughts again.

I can't go on much longer like this! The awkwardness is suffocating! I took a deep breath and collected what little courage I did have and spoke up to say the most brilliant thing to ever utter in such a situation, "How was your day?" Now that dashboard was looking very inviting to bang my head against. I just wanted to pound my head against the window till it smashed into pieces or until my head cracked open so I could stop spilling out these amazing words, whichever came last.

I nervously averted my eyes to his face to find him glancing at me with ocean eyes interlaced with amusement and incredulity before he narrowed them a fraction of a millimeter and answered slowly, "It was...it was okay. Yours?"

And he had to be the polite gentleman and inquire about how my day had been? Oh, why it has been splendid! I woke up with a splitting headache and a very sore vagina, but you know, I'm just dandy!

It wasn't after I saw Noah's surprised face that I found out that the words I thought had been spoken in my head had actually come tumbling out my mouth-which seemed to have a mind of its own. My green eyes widened twice their normal size, and my hands flew to my 'o' shaped mouth. Apparently this expression was particularly hilarious because, next thing I know, Noah was almost doubled over in laughter. After glaring at his chuckling figure for a few seconds, I decided to join him because, just like that, the awkwardness washed away like a salty wave on a sandy beach. Hopefully we wouldn't be touching its cold waters for awhile.

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"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Rose literally bounced up and down on her lavender bed. "Tell me everything!"

Take my advice and never get a best friend who finds your like second best entertaining after "One Tree Hill." Nah, I love her.

"Rose, there's not much I can tell you. I was too drunk off my ass to remember." I grumbled the last part.

She looked disappointed, but the phase was short-lived because she brightened up again. "Well tell me what you do remember."

I sighed, trying to remember as much as I could. "Well, after we won second place, we went back to our hotel room to change. Or well, for me to change, which reminds me, thanks for the dress! It's back at Noah's house if you want it."

"No, no, you can have it," she waved me off, "it probably looks better on you than me anyway. Doesn't really go too well with my pale skin. But you're diverting from the main topic! Get back on track!"

"Okay, okay, calm your mangoes." I put my hands up, palms facing her.

"Calm my mangoes?" she looked at me in that 'are you serious' way. When I nodded my head, her eyelids drooped slightly and she raised her eyebrow, "Really?"

"Anyway," I said loudly, signaling that I was continuing my reminiscing. "We got into the club after a little bribing; and well, basically Noah and I got horribly drunk, I led him to the dancefloor, and we woke up naked with our clothes all over the room. Thank god we had a condom or-"