the ups and downs of micahs

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  ▷  micah barrett  ◁

It's only 7am and my day is already interesting.

The sun pours through the window right next to my bed, leaving my wooden floors awash with yellow. It manages to make lines over my comforter and bare left shoulder, making my skin hot.

Hotter than it already is.

I just lost my virginity.

I just lost my virginity to the girl laying on my right shoulder, the girl I've been drawn to since I was 11, my girlfriend.

Holy shit.

I blink multiple times, visions of the night flashing behind my eyelids every time. It's never going to leave me, and this makes me a take a deep, shuddering breath that jolts Sidney awake.

From my view, I watch her eyelashes flutter quickly and then slowly until she looks over at me and the sun shines over into her face, illuminating her tired eyes.

"Morning," She whispers, her voice raspy but still as flirty as ever.

I just blink at her like an idiot because what do you say after sex? "Hey? How's the weather?"

She grins, and sits up fully in my bed, which causes her hair to fall over her chest.

"After sex, you usually speak," The sentence comes out slow, making me nod my head as I try to find words.

"But what would I say?"

"I'll go first, then." My eyes widen as she straddles my hips, flipping her hair over her shoulders so that it no longer covers her breasts.

"That was good, right?"

"Uhhh..." I stammer, eyes locked on her body. My cheeks are hot as she giggles and rolls off of me, wrapping herself in my sheets.

Gathering her clothes from my floor, she clears her throat loudly, causing me to look up.

"I'm gonna shower and then we're going to school." She demands, and even though her tone is very bossy, I nod, numb. She gives me a small, flirty smile and walks over to my bathroom.

This only leaves me with my naked, goosebump ridden body and my thoughts.

It's not like we just met or anything. I've known Sidney since 5th grade, when I had buzzed hair, braces, and a sort of fixation with "Say Pig Backwards" and "Idaho and You-Da-Ho" jokes.

She'd been the first girl I held hands with other than my sister and my mom, and had also exposed me to a new amorous dynamic I'd never known.

"Come sit with me on the jungle gym," she had said, reaching out for my hand. I grasped her small one and let her pull me to the top of the playground castle, where we are hidden from the rest of the students, wedged between two plastic tower cutouts.

Sidney sat across from me and pushed her platinum hair behind her ears, a short bob back then. We didn't speak for a while, but it gave me time to admire her (or back then, just stare at her creepily). The prettiest hazel eyes, the cutest dusting of freckles on her cheeks, less than mine, and a thin scar stretching from the tragus of her ear to the start of her hairline.

"You're staring," she piped up, a smirk on her face.

"Sorry," I blushed, trying to recover myself. "You're just really pretty."

"You're not so bad yourself," she joked, scooting closer to me. "You're actually really cute."

"Really?"