It was a crazy night. You went to a party and honestly don't remember what happened after 20 minutes of being there. You remember arriving, drinking, and dancing but after your third drink you don't remember what happened. You weren't a light weight so you didn't understand how have three drinks you felt so out of it. It was weird.
You were dancing with this boy you think you remember his name as Taylor, you thought right. Turned out you spent the whole night with Taylor. You two were inseparable. You found out about this the next morning when talking with people who were at the party with you.
You asked them what you and Taylor did but they said you two disappeared before the party ended. The only thing you could think of was sex. Did you and Taylor have sex? If you had sex you would feel it wouldn't you? You would know. Or maybe you wouldn't. You did wake up in just your t-shirt and underwear. But maybe he was a good boy.
You remember waking up in bed with a boy, that boy must have been Taylor. He had his shirt on. But you didn't see what was under the blanket. You felt flustered. You didn't find out until after he left everything that had happened. Your head was pounding you didn't want to feel like this. You didn't know what was going on.
You had one of your friends take you home. The car ride was pretty quiet. You didn't want to come out and say that you might have slept with this Taylor boy who you didn't even know. That would make you seem like a girl whose easy. But its your best friend right? She can't judge you. So You came out and told her.
Your friend gave you Taylor's number and told you to call him up and ask him, himself. So after getting dropped off you went up to your phone and called him. You needed to know what happened. But what if he didn't remember either. You almost hung up but a "Hello" came from the other line.
"Is this Taylor?" You voice sounded shaky, great you sounded like a complete and utter idiot. "Yes it is." You heard a boy with a thick accent answer you back. Hold up you slept with a boy with an accent. Or well, MIGHT have slept with a boy with an accent, that's pretty hot. I mean I guess there is a little plus right?
"Last night. I guess we danced all night but I don't remember anything and we went up to a room and I woke up next to you." You took a deep breath before continuing your sentence. "I don't know what we did last night. Did we.. sleep together?" You heard small whispers coming from the other end of the line, followed by silence for a moment.
"Oh hey! We didn't exactly sleep together, like have sex, but we did do stuff." Your eyes widened. Oh shit. You messed up big time. Good thing you and your boyfriend broke up last month because you would have been murdered for this. "Can we meet up and talk about this in person I would like to speak to a sober you." He chuckled and you agreed.
You met up with him at a little restaurant and got to know each other and everything that happened the night before. He was actually a sweetheart. You were surprised but actually kind of happy that you didn't 'hook up' with an asshole. You cleared up everything with each other and honest you two became best friends.
He was hot, you were attracted to him and he was obviously attracted to you. Who knows what will happen in the future. I guess we will have to wait and see wont we?
