Will We Talk?

7- Trouble

A wave of confusion washed over me as I woke up, feeling completely oblivious to where I was. My head spun with disorientation and alcohol, making me rush to the bathroom.

Slipping out of bed with no clothes on was a weird feeling, I hadn't experienced anything like that in ages. In a normal world, I would've left the man's house, forgetting all that happened the night prior. But things felt different with Sam.

I cursed myself for standing and admiring him, but god did he look amazing- even still slightly drunk. He lay there, quilt over his body while his arms were above his head, small snores exiting his mouth.

But now I really felt the gin and shots coming to haunt me.

I sprinted to the bathroom, making myself dizzy as I couldn't find the correct room. As soon as I stepped through the door and locked it, I threw up. Luckily, it went into the toilet. Before sitting on the floor, I wrapped one of Sam's towels around me.

My head spun with so many feelings, overwhelming me slightly. The first thing I considered was if I had've continued to carry my baby- would I be in this position? Would me and Joseph split?

Another thing I thought about was whether Sam would kick me out, whether he had forgotten about me already. I didn't know a thing about the man yet I felt a drive towards him. Could I learn to love again? Is this the start of a new relationship? Did we go too far last night?

After throwing my guts up, I made my way from the bathroom, keeping the towel around my body. Although it was summer, the air was still neutral and I didn't want to be absolutely freezing.

The thing I'd been fearing most occurred when I stepped into the bedroom. Sam wasn't there.

Suddenly, I snapped back into reality as panic struck over me. I gathered my things, threw my dress over my head and tossed my hair into a very messy bun. With Sam taking control of them, I didn't know where my underwear were, nor did I really care. I was concentrated on getting the fuck out of that building.

That was until I walked into the living room- where my bag was. A wave of relief came over me as I saw Sam had sprawled himself out across the couch, eyes closed, yet I could tell he wasn't asleep, instead he seemed to be deep in thought. He had a pair of grey joggers on now.

"Sam?" I slowly made my way to the setee in front of me.

He jolted himself back into reality, holding a hand over his heart in fright, "Thank God you're still here, I thought you had left."

"No, I was just at the bathroom." I sighed, taking a seat next to him on the setee.

"You good?" he asked, placing a hand on my thigh.

"Never better." I smiled up at him.

After several moments of silence, his voice broke the pattern, "We should talk."

"I don't regret last night, at all." I blurted before he could, "You're a very attractive man that I probably would've tried to get with, intoxicated or not."

"That's good, because you're one of the most prettiest girls I've laid my eyes on." he admitted, "Do you want to go out tomorrow? Like as in a date."

"Yes, but I'm payi-"

"Dont be so silly, I'm the one who asked you out, so I'm paying." he interrupted.

I just tutted, standing up from my spot on the sofa, "I think I should probably head out now, before my friends think you've abducted me or somet." I chuckled.

"Good idea." he stood up, holding my lower back as we walked towards his door, "Any chance I could get your number?"

"Silly question." I said, pulling my phone from my bag.

So, we did speak in the morning.

*****

Evelyn: Just got home, never felt happier

Fran: Come to ours, rn

Evelyn: Okey dokey

Rylee: we r in deep shit evie

*****

Fran was a very scary woman, even when she wasn't tormented by her drunken girlfriend, so I was petrified as I made my way to theirs. The music playing in my headphones could only soothe so many of my nerves.

Walking up the pathway towards my best mates' house was intimidating, I didn't need to knock as Fran was already at the door. The poor thing looked like she hadn't slept at all, which she probably hadn't, working for the NHS and all.

"In." she directed, as I shamefully held my head down.

A smile cracked through as I made eye contact with Rylee, causing her to smirk too. It felt as though we were back in primary, being interrogated by the head.

"So I tell yous to stick together, then I find out that you're asleep on some park bench in the middle of nowhere, and that you're getting frisky in bed with someone you don't know. Feeling heartbroken this morning?" she ranted, pointing an accusing finger at the two of us.

"Not really, no." I smirked, knowing I'd kept in contact with Sam.

As I said this, Rylee looked up at me, attempting to confirm or deny the fact I've started talking to my first ever one night stand.

"You've actually spoke with him today then?" Fran questioned.

"Indeed I have, I'm going out with him tomorrow, actually."

"What's his na-" Rylee began, until she noticed the evils Fran was giving her.

"What's his name?" Fran finished.

"Sam."

"Sam who?"

"Didn't know you had to moan the full name like, don't you think that's a bit long?" I tormented, pushing my luck a bit too far.

Fran just gritted her teeth, fists clenching, while Rylee laughed at me and my sudden bravery.

"You're lucky I love you." Fran said, looking at me, "Both of you." she cracked a smile looking at Rylee, who stood up and pulled her into a sweet kiss.

"And that's my cue to leave." I rush, trying to make my way out.

"No, I need to know more." Fran interrupted, "Come, sit." she patted the chair next to her.

"I'm fucking off now, got work in the morning." Rylee proclaimed.

"Rylee, its fucking 12 o'clock, its not bedtime yet." Fran argued yet her girlfriend was long gone already.

"So, what was he like? Any good?"

"More than good, he exceeds Joseph, that's for sure." she chuckled, "Treated me like a princess too, asked if I definitely wanted to do it. And of course I did with someone that looked like that."

"I take it he's a keeper?"

"More than a keeper."

"What does he look like?"

And that's how we got into an hour long conversation about how good my sex was last night. You should get a best friend like Fran, nothing is ever too much with her and its great.