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fourteen - the morning after

I had awoken with the biggest ache in my head and also Rosie Wilson asleep next to me. I was more freaked out than I'd ever been. She was wearing my t shirt which seemed to be missing off my body as my top half was bare. The clothes she wore last night were on the floor. I was paranoid that last night id made to two biggest mistakes I could possibly imagine; allow a girl to see me shirtless and lose my virginity to her without protection. I could, however, remember a few things. I vaguely remembered the bonfire and walking home with Rosie, then making out with her on my bed. But nothing else. I also stressed about Emily, and ran to her room to check if she was there. She was, fast asleep. I returned to my room to find Rosie sitting up to face me. I grabbed the nearest item (smashing pumpkins poster) and held it in front of my shirtless body.

"Did I lose my virginity to you last night?" I said immediately.

"Mmm, don't think so. You might've,"

"Do you remember having sex with me? Oh my god, I hope you provided the condom because I don't own any," I rambled, scrambling through my drawers for a shirt with the poster still held in front of me.

She laughed. "I don't think we had sex."

"But you're wearing my shirt."

"That's because I didn't want to sleep in a top and skirt, so you offered me your shirt," She recalled.

"Okay," I breathed, "I'm going to put the poster down now. Please don't look."

"Why not," She giggled.

"Because I don't have a shirt on."

"Yeah. So?"

"My stomach is private."

"No it's not."

I glared at her.

"Well it wasn't very private last night," She said.

I exhaled with an excessive amount of frustration and ran my fingers through my hair. My subconscious action had caused the poster to drop to the floor.

"Or now." She added.

I panicked and picked up the poster. "I'm going to die," I said bluntly.

She snorted, "No you're not. You can put a shirt on, I won't look I promise."

"If you do you're in trouble."

"What's the big deal with me not looking anyway?"

"It's not you. I'm insecure about.. Things."

"Fair enough. Who isn't?"

I turned my back to her and pulled the first shirt I found over my head. "What the hell did we do last night?" I asked desperately, turning back around and joining her on the bed.

She made a few dirty gestures with her hands. Apparently we'd gone to third base last night.

I grinned, turning my head towards her, "That's so filthy."

She laughed.

"Howcome you can remember this and I can't?" I wondered.

"How many times have you been drunk?"

"One," I replied. "Oh."