"We were written in the stars, my love, all that separated us, was time, the time it took to read the map which was placed within our hearts, to find our way back to one another."
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"I'm completely terrified of being like this for the r...
Rolling over in bed, I felt my head spin, the memories of last night a blur. Though, there were a few things I could remember before Keila dragged me downstairs after our makeout session and got me shit faced drunk.
(FLASHBACK)
We were passionately making out, my shirt soon getting pulling off of me by her greedy hands. We had both been drinking, her more than me, but there was so much sexual energy that we finally couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed her gently back into the bedroom and then onto the bed, where I slowly began to take off her shirt in return, hoping she wouldn't stop me.
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The bedroom door burst open, revealing a girl and a boy, who clearly thought this room was open.
"Oh my god, um, sorry!!" The girl cried, quickly slamming the door shut again and running off with the boy.
Keila quickly sat up, pushing me off her and grabbing her shirt to cover herself.
"Oh my god," she mumbled, covering her face with her hands.
"Hey, it's okay, they probably couldn't even tell who we were," I laughed, trying to lighten her mood.
"I guess," she mumbled again. "We should probably go back downstairs," she said, putting her shirt back on and standing up.
I nodded. "Yeah, sure," I replied, standing up with her.
"Are you having fun?" She asked me, walking out of the room quickly so no one would see us.
"Yeah, I am," I smiled at her.
"You haven't been drinking much," she observed as we once again reached the normal party where everyone still was.
I shrugged. "Doesn't mean I'm not having fun," I laughed.
"Yeah, but it can be more fun if you do," she laughed back. "Wait here," she said before running off into the kitchen.
A minute later, she came back with two drinks in her hand, shoving one of them at me. "Drink up," she smirked.
"Damn, who'd think you'd be the one telling me to drink? You seem so innocent," I smirked.
"Not always," she smirked before taking a large gulp of her drink.
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After drinking more with Keila, I remember doing shots, but everything after was a blur. I shifted in bed, feeling a presence next to me.
I turned over, seeing Keila sleeping peacefully, her makeup slightly messed up, but she still looked beautiful.
I sat up, stretching and rubbing my eyes, wondering whose bed we were in and how we got here. We both had our clothes on, meaning we probably didn't do anything, but I was still confused.
