The Ten Year First Date

Facing The Music

As I my arm flopped over the body lying next to me, my mind quickly realised that something was very wrong. I tried to peel my eyes open, which was no easy feat as they seemed to be stuck together with sleep-induced glue, but then closed them again when the faint smattering of sunlight threatened to enter them. It didn't take long to register the pain in my head, but I wondered how much was from injury and how much was wine induced. After the fifty-seventh attempt, my eyes decided to open, and I turned my throbbing head gently to face the person lying at my side. I had to put my hand over my mouth to stop the scream that was threatening to come out. Not only would I have woken Cassie, but I would have looked like the world's biggest pansy. I lay back down on the pillow and closed my eyes again trying to process the night before. All I could remember was details that were only suitable for the next Fifty Shades book!

'Oh Harry, you prat!' I seethed, through my teeth, throwing my hands over my face. The wine was evil and should be destroyed. When I came to power, I would make it law.

'Bugger, shit, damn and fuckery...' I said to myself again, only stopping when I felt Cassie stirring next to me.

'Do us a favour and shut up will you?' she mumbled, into the pillow. 'I'm trying to die quietly.'

'Sorry.' I whispered, throwing the duvet back and realising that I was, in fact, stark naked. 'Oh, Christ!' I exclaimed, with a moan replacing it rather quickly. 'I didn't dream it.'

'No you didn't.' Cassie said, pulling herself up on the pillow, hair falling over her bloodshot eyes. No matter how lovely she usually looked, even I with my rose tinted glasses could deny the fact that this morning, Cassie looked like she had been to Hell and suffered rejection at the hands of Satan.

'Oh God Cassie, I am so sorry.' I said, pulling myself up. 'I never meant for this to happen.'

'No, I know you didn't.' She said, pulling the duvet up to her chest. 'I knew that last night. It's just... I couldn't stop myself.'

'Neither could I by the looks of things.' I said, raising an eyebrow at the number of empty condom packets strewn across the bed and floor.

'Don't flatter yourself mate.' Cassie huffed. 'You broke the first three trying to get them on.' Oh Lord, that was embarrassing!

'Sorry.' I mumbled, lowering my head. 'That... that doesn't usually happen.'

'Yeah, when you're sober it doesn't.' Cassie replied, throwing the duvet off and getting up. I tried averting my eyes to be a gentleman, but Cassie just looked at me and rolled her eyes.

'Oh for God's sake you weren't that shy last night.' She said as she started walking around the bedroom picking up the debris, aka our clothes. 'Come on, get dressed, I need to get you home.'

'So, you're not angry about last night then.' I asked, surprised while at the same stealing one last look before Cassie covered herself up.

'Of course, I'm not angry.' Cassie said, throwing my trousers and pants at me. 'What makes you think that?'

'I don't know.' I answered. 'I thought that you would want to rip my head off and feed to your goldfish.' I said as I slipped my trousers on underneath the duvet. All those years in University have not wasted after all! Cassie smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, her dressing gown gaping open slightly. Down boy, this is not the place!

'Harry, I am not mad at you.' She said, placing her hand on mine. 'We were both plastered last night. And we are both consenting adults, who should have known better. But I enjoyed it while it lasted, which I hate to say wasn't very long.' The hint of a giggle was a further blow to my ego. The poor boy was now curled up in a quiet corner of my brain and was sobbing uncontrollably while rocking back and forth hugging his knees.