I wake up and feel good for not even a second because the headache starts to set in.
Damnit. I should have had water.
How much did I have to drink last night?
I had four coolers, saw Kevin making out with another girl, and then took shots.
How many shots?
Oh right: eleven.
I walked up to Kevin and asked him to talk, and that's when all the vodka settled in.
I don't remember anything after that. How did I get here? How did I end up on this couch? Addison walks over to me with a glass of water and two aspirin tablets. I take them and swallow them, and thank her.
"How was your night?" She asks.
"To be honest, I don't remember. Am I the last one to wake up?"
"Yeah, it's like... Noon."
"Cool. How was your night?"
"It was amazing. I had such a good time."
"That's good. So you remember everything?"
"Yeah, I think so. I don't know otherwise."
"Awesome. So can you tell me how I got here?"
"Umm... Kevin drive you."
"Oh..."
"Yeah. He was carrying you upside down to his car because you wouldn't walk with him."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. I have no idea what you guys were doing before that..." She winks at me, and suddenly I feel uneasy.
"Wait. What if we..."
"I doubt you did. You were drunk but you wouldn't do that. I don't think he would let you, either."
"Okay, thank God."
"So, what did you do last night? Meet anyone new?"
"No, but Rachel was totally making out with some guy."
"Really?" What about you? Any hot guys out there for you?"
"Actually no. And, I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Yeah, sure. What is it?" She pauses.
"I... I'm not really into guys."
"Oh."
"I'm a...lesbian."
"Oh. Okay."
"You're not mad?"
"No. Why would I be mad?"
"I don't know. I was just... Worried."
"No, it's totally cool. Who all knows?"
"Alright. Cool. And, just Natasha, Rachel, you and my parents."
"Okay, awesome. So, in that case, did you meet any girls last night?" She giggles.
"No."
"Aw, too bad."
"Yeah, maybe next time."
"Maybe. So, you have no idea what else I did last night?"
"Nope. Sorry."
"Damnit. I'll have to call Kevin later."
"Rise and shine, party girl!" Rachel says, as her and Natasha come in and sit down. "Seriously, you were a fricking animal last night!"
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The Bucket List
Ficção AdolescenteThis isn't another one of those sob stories you hear about when your mom sends you a screenshot of an article she found on the New York Times website. It's also not one of those clichés you read about the desirable boy and the perfect girl who fall...