Fix Me

Shake Tramp

Josh's POV

"Come and get it, babe!" I yell at Sarah as we run around my apartment. I'm not sure why, but I shoved the TV remote and her cell phone down my pants. It's really uncomfortable, but I'm having fun.

"Oh, you wish, hun. I'm not touching your dick just to get my phone back." She laughs, chasing after me anyways. I run into my bedroom and fall onto my bed in defeat, taking off my sweat stained shirt. Sarah collapses beside me, breathing heavily and giggling.

"I dare you." I smirk, turning on to my side to look at her.

"Bro, you're cool and all, but I just don't know if I want to get to know you that well . . ." she laughs, turning to face me.

"Seriously, just do it so that I can end my misery." I plead in a childish voice. Sarah shakes her head and leans in to kiss me. "Oh OK. So you'll kiss me, but you won't touch my junk?"

"How is that even comparable?" She laughs and runs a hand through my hair. "One is first base the other is third." Dammit, she has a good point.

"Touché . . . here." I reach into my pants and pull out her phone and the TV remote.

"I don't want to touch that ever again." She says, holding her phone by the corner and putting it on my nightstand.

"Now where were we?" I ask, leaning in for the kiss. As my lips brush hers I hear someone knock on the door.

"For FUCK sakes!" Sarah yells. "Why are we always being interrupted?" I laugh and peck her cheek, getting up to answer the door.

"Who is it?" I say in a really bad mock Italian accent.

"Pizza delivery guy!" I hear Matt's familiar voice from the other side of the door. I swing it open eagerly.

"Hey Sare, are you hungry?" I yell down the hall.

"Oh shit, dude were you two busy?" Matt's face goes red with embarrassment. He looks slightly out of place holding two pizza boxes and a case of beer.

"Hell yeah, I'm hungry!" Sarah yells back, coming into view. "Hey, Matt!"

"No we weren't busy, come in with that heaven in a box." I close the door behind him as he walks past me and sets the pizza boxes down on the coffee table and the beer on the floor.

"Weren't we?" Sarah smirks at me and walks over to the pizza, taking a slice. "Maybe Matt should come back tomorrow . . ." I swear to God, Sarah is purposely flirting the shit out of me.

"Yeah, you know what, Matt, thanks for the food. You can go now." I give him the secret sign that means tell the guys not to bother us. He raises his eyebrows and smirks.

"See you tomorrow, man." He turns to leave, and as he opens the door he adds, "Be safe, use protection!" Sarah starts dying of laughter and I send him a look that says 'leave or I'll make you'.

*****

I may or may not have gotten Sarah and I super drunk last night. I can't exactly remember what happened after Matt left, but Sarah and I are in bed together. I get out of bed and look around for my phone. I find it on the floor a few feet away. I check the time, it's 4:30 am. I grab a pair of sweatpants off the floor and slip them on (all I was wearing to bed was boxers, pretty normal, really). I search my room in the dark, looking for clues to help me remember.

I can't find anything, so I look in the bathroom next. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. In the bathroom is a box of condoms, completely dumped all over the floor. There's a few open ones that look like they were blown up like balloons. I pick the unopened ones off the floor and shove them back in the box.

Something catches my attention in the bathtub. There's an open condom, but I can't tell if what's on it is egg whites, like I was going to use, or if it's actually . . . uh oh. What the fuck happened last night?