Did we trick ourselves?

20 minutes earlier

20 min earlier: 

I wake comfortable and warm, feeling soft curly hairs tickling my face, belonging to whomever it is that's sleeping next to me. 

I smell the hair, noticing the complete lack of that sweetness that girls usually have in their shampoo. Does this girl not afford shampoo for girls? I still like the scent though. 

I recognize the scent from somewhere, but find myself unable to pinpoint where it is that I smelled this before. 

I sit up on the side of the bed, and my body shouts out to me feeling more soar than it does after practice! It's also hurting in weird new places that I don't think I've ever had any sensations before. This is quite strange. 

I'm suddenly distracted from my self-analysis by the weight of the bed shifting as she also sits up. 

This awkward moment that I always disliked. Some girls try to ask if we're dating now, or when we'll see each other next, or 700 other variations of the same questions. 

"Good morning sunshine!" I hear him say. 

Him?? 

HIM?!?!?!

I jump out of the bed so quickly that I almost fly and stare at his back! 

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I scream out, my eyes wide in shock. 

He also flies off the bed, almost spinning around like a cat in the air and after landing he stares at me with eyes impossibly huge! Zack?!?!?! 

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" he shrieks back at me in a voice even brighter than that time he accidentally landed on his balls when falling out of a tree. 

I respond with the only natural reply my brain can conjure up "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" 

For a moment it seems we're both frozen in shock, just standing there and staring at each other. I bet my face screams "I don't understand what the fuck is going on", just as much as his face does! 

His eyes suddenly start moving downward, making me aware of the draft and realize that I'm naked! I rip the cover right off the bed and cover myself with it. 

His right hand hitting his forehead as if thinking

"What the fuck have I done?!" he exclaims loudly. 

Right. He's always been free-spoken with no filter between his brain and his mouth. I never had to read his body signs to know what he was thinking. 

"Dude! What happened last night?!" 

He's looking at me with an expectant look, his eyes almost shivering in desperate hope that I have some magical explanation. As he realizes that I don't, the hopeful light in his eyes slowly fade away. 

"You don't remember either?" he says with a volume almost failing to carry his words. 

Then he half laughs to himself "We must have been very drunk!", the other half of that laugh steaming with something between disbelief and desperation. 

I remember drinking last night, but I wasn't THAT drunk that I'd forget everything that happened! 

"I remember a hot redhead" he says, "fuck what a hottie!" 

He swiftly looks up at me. 

"Maybe we actually did it! Shared a girl!" He exclaims with newfound light in his eyes. "That would explain everything!" 

Since we keep going for the same girls, our friends have joked a lot that we should just share them instead. I suppose it's not an impossibility that we actually did!