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Best-friend.

Izzy.

               A party raged outside the door, as I angled my face up to meet Joel's, my hands desperately grasping at his shoulders.

              Giggling, I wrapped my legs around his torso, as we moved in time together. I arched my back, and closed my eyes as Joel brushed his lips against my neck and sucked on the tender skin there. 

               "Can you not give me a hickey, Christian Studies first thing on a Monday is fucked as it is."

               Laughing, his hair brushed against my face as he pressed his forehead against mine. I chewed my lip as he got deeper, and quicker, and I dug my nails into his back.

              I felt a moan rise up in my throat, as a sharp knock on Joel's bedroom door made me jolt away from him. "Oi! Joel! Hurry up asshole, we wanna sing happy birthday!"

            My hand flew to my mouth and I squealed, glancing up at Joel, who flushed red. His brown hair was matted down onto his forehead with sweat, his naked body only half visible in the dim light of his bedroom.

            Joel stroked my curls out of my face and sighed. "My friends are assholes."

            "We heard that! Climb off Izzy for two seconds and get out here!"

            I pushed my hands against his chest, and shivered, his window open above my head, letting in a cool breeze. "Go on, go. I'll be out in a second."

             "But it's my birthday and I wanna have more sex," he pouted.

             "Yeah, but your friends won't stop until you go out. I'm staying over tonight, we can finish this then."

            He whined, but slowly slid off me. I watched him get dresses into a pair of shorts and a singlet, muttering the whole time about what cockblocking pricks his mates were.

           I rose up to my knees of the mattress of his bed, and folded my arms around his back as he struggled into his shorts.

           "Love you," I said, kissing his shoulder.

           He turned his face to mine, and bumped our noses together. "Love you too."

           He slid out of the door, careful not to open it too wide, as to let everyone see in and find me, half naked, underneath his Essendon Bombers doona covers.

            As he left, I collapsed, back against his bed. I curled up on my side and stared at his wall, examining the Motley Crue poster he had tacked onto it.

           First chance at his birthday, I'd tell him. Fuck what Cole thought.

             I could feel a sharp twinge in my hip, where one of the buttons of my skirt was digging into my flesh. I had demanded that I keep the skirt on, saying that it was only a quickie and what would happen of someone walked in.

              I laid in Joel's bed however, and slowly brought my hand up, over my upper thigh. I traced over the coarse outline of the bandaids I had slapped over the cuts I had done to myself that morning, feeling my stomach clench.

            I could smell the Chanel perfume I had stolen from one of my best friends, right under my nose, mixing with the scent of the Tequila I had been drinking.

            For a moment, all I heard was Timmy Trumpet yelling over the stereo and floating through the open window, and the sound of my shaky breathing.