Our Secret

That Night Part 2

Isa's Perspective:

It's a cold Saturday night nearing the end of winter. What is likely the last snowfall wafts down outside the dorm's windows. I'm sitting with to my roommate on her bed. Curled up and drunkenly watching The Office together. We've basically gone through the leftover booze of yesterdays' Wendover woods party and were more wasted now than we were yesterday. With my head on her shoulder I can smell her flowery shampoo. She's been using the same one since the beginning of the year.

"Mads?" I mumble still keeping my eyes on the laptop screen,"Do you remember when we first met?"

I feel her shift as she pauses the show and looks at me. "Of course," She replies, "I was so fucking happy I had a roommate who I could get close to so fast. I knew it when I first started talking to you..."

I smile at her answer before adding, "I remember walking into this room. The first thing I noticed was how fucking big it was... and then you. I thought you were so pretty." She blushes. "And then you pointed out my lacrosse stick. I still can't fucking believe we have the same one on top of playing the same sports... Fucking crazy."

My heart starts beating faster out of no where. I need to lighten things.

"I remember when you walked into the first spanish class and you started talking to this one girl like she was the teacher just cuz she looks like she could be 25 and is Guatemalan. Then Mr. Adams walks in and introduces himself as the spanish teacher!" I burst out laughing. "You were so embarrassed you cried that night."

Madison hits me with her pillow, knocking me onto my back, "Bitch, you said you were done talking about that!"

I grin up at her, "I can't help what I do when I'm drunk." She move to hit me again.

"Ow-" I almost whisper.

She smiles back down at me and I notice how close we really are. She's straddling me, fallen strands of her hair tickling at my face. She pulls the strands back behind her ear as her smile fades. I watch her blue eyes blink before shifting her gaze to my lips.

"Do you still think I'm pretty?" She asks before looking back up at my eyes.

I shrug, keeping eye contact and clumsily wrapping my arms around her neck. "Who doesn't?" She inhales and her eyes narrow. I don't think that was the answer she was looking for but she lets the weight of my arms bring her closer. She pauses, her lips inches away from mine. "What are you waiting for, dipshit?" I giggle before pulling her into me. Connecting our lips for a brief second. A brief second where my whole body is lit on fire. She pulls away and sits up harshly like she'd been burned. She blinks and runs her hands through her hair keeping them there and pursing her lips. "I... I'm tired... I have to go to sleep now." I prop myself up on my elbows and nod. "Yeah, I- I do too." I stumble out of her bed and into my own, lying down to face the wall. She turns her lamp off and the room goes dark. What the fuck just happened. I'm straight. She's straight. I mean fuck I have a boyfriend and she's "talking" to Mark. My boyfriend's kisses don't feel like that. Its probably just that I'm drunk, I never kiss him when I'm drunk, drunk me doesn't let him. I should try it because drunk kisses feel really good. No it didn't. No it didn't. She's a girl so of course it didn't feel good. She's my best friend and I admire her so maybe that's why it felt good to know she felt comfortable and friendly enough with me to do that. Why'd she pull away? Did she not like it? I liked it. Fuck. I need music or I'm not going to sleep I'm just going to think. I take my airpods off my night stand and put on a chill playlist. Everything quickly fades to black.