Sincerely Luna Rose

January 10th, 2015

Cece's POV

Waking up the next morning, the first thing that I realize is that I'm not in my own bed. The blankets that I sleep with at my house are much scratchier than the ones that are draped over my near-naked body now. These blankets are warmer and softer and they smell much nicer. The pillow under my head is soft and fluffy, like my dazed head is floating on a cloud.

Another thing I notice without even opening my eyes yet is that, like I just said, I'm near-naked, and I have no idea why. Trying to remember what happened last night is futile, but I try anyway. I remember a lot of the beginning of last night, once we started tripping. We danced a lot, I drew some in my sketchbook but surprisingly not that much, and I remember how we were feeling like we wanted to go swimming but after that, everything goes fuzzy.

After recalling as much as possible from last night, I eventually open my eyes and immediately recognize the bedroom. The empty gray walls, the dirty hardwood floors with big gaps that creak when they're stepped on, and the mess that covers the floor that consists of dirty clothes and food wrappers. I'm in Jules' bedroom.

Sitting up in the cozy queen sized bed, I don't see Jules anywhere. I'm alone in his room but I do hear somebody walking around outside of the closed door so I get out of the bed and because Jules has a roommate that rents out the spare room and I'm still in my underwear, I need to get dressed first. I don't know where my clothes are though, and that makes me really nervous, so instead of searching for my clothes, I just grab a shirt from Jules' large wooden dresser and pull it over my head.

Running my fingers through my ratted blonde hair, I try to calm down my building nerves. I'm in Jules' apartment. I'm almost naked. I don't remember last night. I'm a little terrified of what happened and I'm also a little terrified that Jules remembers whatever it is that happened last night. What if we slept together? What if I told him things that I don't want him to know? While in my underwear?

Needing some answers as to what happened last night, I leave the safety of Jules' room and make my way into the living room area but much to my disappointment, the noise that I heard earlier wasn't Jules, it was his roommate. Jonathon is almost thirty years old and he doesn't know what he wants to do with his life. He doesn't have a job and his parents pay his half of the rent so he spends all of his time in the apartment, playing video games. I've barely ever talked to him because I'm barely ever at Jules' apartment so he probably doesn't even know who I am.

"Where's Jules?" I ask Jonathon in a quiet voice.

"He left," The guy responds shortly.

"Do you know where he went?"

"To get food, I think," He says absentmindedly. "He'll probably be back soon."

"Awesome," I say with a drawn out sigh. I'm actually pretty hungry so I hope that he really did go get food. I also don't want to raid Jules' kitchen because it's usually always empty anyway and I don't want to be in the same room as Jonathon for very long, he's kind of creepy. Right now, he's sitting on the low maroon couch facing away from me so he can't see me but I know that if he could see me right now without taking his eyes off of his video game, he'd start acting very sleezy when he realized that I have no pants on.

I hurry back into Jules' room and shut the door again as I crawl back into his bed and try to go back to sleep so that I don't have to keep worrying about the events of last night while I wait for Jules to get back.

But I can't get back to sleep because I can't help but worry about what I did with Jules last night. What's going to happen when he gets back here? How would he even act if we really did fuck last night? Or, worse than that, how would he act if I spilled my soul to him?