In another life

10

My eyes adjust to the bright light shining directly onto my face, oh my god my head is throbbing. What happened last night?

"Morning sweetheart" SHIT OH MY GOD
"Uh, morning" she places the coffee down on the table next to me. She's in a silk robe. I'm in a baggy shirt. I'm in her bed. What the fuck happened and why can I not remember anything?! Well, except that...

"You're overthinking sweetheart" she snaps me back into reality. Overthinking? Me? Of course I'm overthinking my head is killing me and the last thing I can remember is-
"Did we?" I cut myself off, do I want to know the answer to that?
"No sweetheart. I may have been drunk myself but I do have morals" oh "I'd never do that to you when you're drunk" ohh
"But we did..."
"Yeah. That's it. I took you upstairs and you fell asleep almost instantly"
"Okay...thank you"

I kissed Mia. I kissed a girl. What?! I don't even understand how that happened. What was I thinking? Clearly I wasn't. I kissed Mia!

"Umm..."
"Char it's okay. If you want to forget about it like nothing ever happened then that's what we'll do" do I want to forget about it? She's okay with that?
"I'm really sorry. I don't know what I was thinking I was so drunk I can't even remember anything of what happened after that"
"It's alright, we can forget about it and move on. If that's what you want" what I want? Is that what she wants?
"Okay"
"Here, drink this, do you want something to eat?" Honestly I don't think it's best that I stay. I feel so awkward right now.

"Actually, maybe I should leave" I stand up and see my clothes from last night on the chair,
"Can I at least drive you home?"
"Okay, sure. Thank you"

...

I know we agreed to forget about what happened last night, but I can't seem to get it out of my mind. Mia's lips on mine. My lips on hers. Her hands firm on my waist and mine soft on her cheek. I remember that moment so well, it was slow and gentle. It felt...amazing. And then my mind goes blank. I can't remember anything else. The effect Mia has on me is undeniable. I'm just not sure why or what to do about it.

I'm not into girls like that. I never have. Jason and I have been together since we were 19, and before that I didn't really have many boyfriends or anything. I had one, but it wasn't serious. But girls? I've never once imagined what it would be like to be with a girl. I'm not a lesbian. I'm not even bisexual.

I'm pulled from my thoughts when my phone starts to vibrate, picking it up I see that it's Jason.
"Hey Jason, everything okay?"
"Yeah, I was wondering if you could take the girls tonight? I've been called onto this work trip late notice and I have to leave tonight. If not it's fine"
"Yeah of course I can"
"Really? Thanks Char, mum said she can drop them off before she goes to her doctor's appointment if that's okay?"
"Yeah that's fine"
"Thanks Char I really appreciate this"
"Don't worry about it, I'll talk to you later, okay?" I'm not supposed to see the girls until Wednesday but I'll happily take them back earlier. It will also be the perfect distraction from whatever last night was.

...

(Mia's pov)
After I dropped Charlotte back at her house I decided to just drive around. I have completely messed up everything with her, I know it. I didn't expect last night to happen whatsoever. We are really good friends, so she thinks anyway. Now of course I don't know what she's thinking or where her head is at. She's straight, I'd never have a chance. But that's not even what this is about. I could tell she felt extremely awkward this morning after waking up and not remembering much. It was only a kiss. But to her, her mind must be running crazy.

When I first met Charlotte in that shop, I didn't think anything of it. As soon as I saw her face I knew exactly who she was. I definitely did not expect to end up where I am now. Or even before. Being friends with Charlotte has been fun, I've actually smiled for a change and enjoyed my life. She's fun but also so genuinely innocent and precious. It's adorable. I think I've been a bit of a bad influence on her, but there is nothing like seeing her smile. Her genuine smile where she shows her little dimples and her eyes brighten. Her eyes. Oh her eyes are so pretty I could get lost in them forever. Holy shit. Do I actually like her? No. I can't.

My thoughts are snatched by the sound of my ringtone, bringing me back into reality. Oh for fucks sake. I look down at the screen in front of me, one name read across the caller ID. The name I think I hate the most.
Roger.

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Short one today, I'm sorry, more coming soon though :)