October.
I woke up on the wrong side of the right bed, with the wrong feeling in my gut and no clothes, whatsoever.
What a weird mix.
The other side of my mattress was cold, and the smell of bacon filled the atmosphere of my whole room.
I was aware of what had happened last night, the small pain between my legs as I search the room for something to wear - anything really, so I picked up the pair of hamburger boxers off of the floor, after lamely throwing on a piece of new underwear along with Luke's old t-shirt.
Why the hell did he have hamburger boxers?
My eyebrows were furrowed absentmindedly; I kept trying to raise them, get them back to normal (whatever normal was, in an eyebrow manner) along with widening my eyes to make me more awake. Maybe that was it, maybe I was feeling funny because I was tired, even if I slept pretty early yesterday.
Which is what I found odd - seeing that I just had sex, followed by a wonderful slumber next to my boyfriend - and it was even at an early time. So why was I feeling so bad?
I ruffled my hair lazily with my hand, covering my mouth with my arm as I yawned and stepped out of the bedroom and into the living room, finding Luke, with a spatula in his hand and his back turned to me.
The feeling in my stomach rose, and I grimaced, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable around him.
I didn't know whether or not it was because I was hungry and tired, or maybe it was the fact that we had it yesterday. We did the do.
So instead, I sat patiently on the stool - farthest away from the stove - and tried to grab a plate across from me as quietly as possible.
It didn't work, being a major klutz and all, which clanked against the granite and caused Luke to turn around, beaming widely at me as he took the pan off of the stove and turned it off, setting it to the side before striding over to me and enveloping me in a warm hug.
"You're wearing my underwear, in case you haven't noticed," he chuckled, fiddling with the strings in the front. I sucked my stomach in, pinching my lips together. He frowned softly, "Okay?"
I only nodded, pulling him closer and leaning the side of my face against his chest. He pushed my shoulders back, looking me in the eye as he kissed my nose. "Baby, you can tell me anything. What's wrong?"
"I don't know. I just- just don't feel good."
His complexion paled. "Y-you don't feel- I used a condom. R-right? I learned from homeschool that you don't get pregnant right away, or am I wrong? Oh God, October-"
"Luke, no," I couldn't help but giggle at his innocence; "Like, it's not physical, no, it's just- I don't feel right. Like, for example, I can't even bring myself to want to eat that really good looking bacon behind you, right now."
"It must be bad," he groaned, taking the shirt that covered me and fiddled with the hem. "Was it about last night?"
"No." Kind of. Yes. "I don't know. I just feel like it was too early. For you, I mean. I feel like - it's hard to explain - that I forced it upon you."
"But you didn't."
"But it feels like it. And that's why I kind of feel bad right now. And uncomfortable."
The smile on his face had faded (it had faded long ago, right when I brought it up) and he dropped his head, the hem of his shirt still in his fingers. "You're not- you're not going to be like her, are you?" He asked timidly, looking like he wanted to step closer, but didn't want to.
