hazy nights

chapter one

Teal twintails were splattered in a tangled mess across Miku's bed. She stretched for what felt like an eternity before she let out a content sigh. Soon enough, she opened her eyes. Where was her tiny alarm clock? Where was her dresser? Where was-

She seemed to hold her breath as she realized where she was. She was at Luka's house, in Luka's bed.

As if on cue, Miku heard a groan beside her. Luka was next to her? That was strange, for she didn't remember going to the pinkette's house at all. It wasn't too peculiar though, the two were best friends, after all. With a happy tune playing in the back of her head, Miku turned to face Luka; oh, what a sigh she saw. To put it simply, the girl before Miku's eyes wasn't wearing a shirt (or any clothes, for that matter). The blood rushed to the tealette's face as she glanced to her own body and found no clothing covering her. That could only mean one thing... but no, Miku wouldn't think that way.

"Miku?!" Luka was clearly awake now, as she started scrambling all over the bed. Cerulean eyes met teal one in a frantic matter, "What am I...? Why are you...? Why am I...? Where are my clothes?!" Due to all the incessant fumbling, the pinkette tumbled to the floor, "Holy shit, what the fuck happened last night? I can't remember anything! Oh my God... did we...? What the hell?!" Luka was mortified, as was Miku, but the former was far more open with expressing it.

"I don't know, I don't remember anything either!"

"I'm gonna puke...." With nothing covering her, the girl who was once on the floor started running to the bathroom within her bedroom, pink hair swaying behind her.

At first, Miku assumed Luka wanted to puke due to the circumstances, but there was something urging her not to believe that: the room reeked of alcohol. "God, this is terrible...." The tealette mumbled to herself as she picked up her clothes from various places around the room. Whatever happened, Miku knew her clothes got swung aimlessly off of her. Yet what exactly did happen? Did they even...? Of course, the evidence was uncanny.

The noise of Luka hurling in the bathroom wasn't a pleasant one, but both girls managed not to complain about it once they got to their senses. Sooner than later, they were seated at a kitchen table eating breakfast, which Luka had prepared. The atmosphere was thick until the deemed chef broke it with a burning question. "What happened last night?" She asked.

Miku paused her eating to think through the question. With a defeated sigh, the tealette continued eating, "Luka, I have no clue. It'll probably come back to me later, but, right now, I don't know."

"Hm." She started eating again, then spoke up once again, "Why did we... why were we naked?"

"I think we both know why."

"Do you think we...?"

Miku sighed, "You can say 'sex', you know? Yes, I do think we fucked."

Luka's visage turned into an embarrassed one, "But... why did we do that?"

"We were probably drunk out of our minds."

"Yeah, but we've been drunk together before," unwillingly, a blush made it's way onto the pinkette's face, "why did this happen now and not back then?"

"When was the last time we even got drunk? It was a while ago!"

"Are you saying something changed since then?"

"No, no!" Damn it, she couldn't give herself away.

"Alright then." Luka took the last bite of her breakfast and glanced up at Miku, "Do you want to go? Rin is probably worried."

"Knowing me, I probably texted her throughout the whole thing."

The taller girl blushed at that, "Right. Well, um, make yourself at home!"

"No, I do think I should go. I need to get in the right headspace, y'know?"

"Yeah, good idea." Luka sighed, "Hey, Miku?"

She let out a hum to acknowledge her name being called.

"I'm sorry. Whatever happened yesterday, I'm sorry for it. I guess it was both of our first times, and I really apologize for everything and anything that happened."

Miku found herself smiling at the heartfelt apology. "It was both of our faults, don't worry. I'm sorry too. I'll be going now, alright?"

"Right. See you later?"

"I'll call you, how about that?"

"Sure! I'll text you if I remember anything."

"Thanks, bye!"

"See you."

With that, Miku made her way to leave Luka's house. Remembering last night's events was already something the tealette had started to do, yet it made her stomach do somersaults far too much for her to be able to admit the things she remembered.

(a/n: ahh this chapter seems rushed to me, but i can assure you guys the chapters coming up are far better!)