Last night, I celebrated my 23rd birthday, for the first time, I was alone. Next morning, I had a terrible headache but then I noticed something else, there was someone else sleeping on my bed. I am so drunk I am imagining people on my bed now, I thought. I got up, took a shower, had a light breakfast and went to the gym.
My job does not let me slack off when it comes to exercising. I am a tourist guide, especialized on adventure tours. Bungee jumping, rafting, hiking, climbing, sky gliding, parachuting, snorkeling, scuba diving and all different type of extreme sports, I can do them, so of course I need to be on shape to be able to endure them. It is not easy when experts wannabe try to do everything on their own and break a leg or an arm. Seriously, if I didn't know about first-aid they would be dead. Anyways, even if I was on vacation I still had to exercise, too bad I could not get to the gym earlier, I missed the yoga class. Damn hangover.
Oh well, what made me concerned was the "person" on my bed. Maybe it was my imagination, I guess when I get home, there would be no one there. I hope so. Since I do not remember what I did after I drank those 4 beers, it would not be possible I let in someone I do not know. The thought of it makes me shiver. I promised myself not to drink anymore.
After the gym, I headed for the supermarket, needed to buy something to eat since yesterday all I bought were snacks and used up all the food I had left in the refrigerator. And now that I remember my pay had not been deposited yet. I told them to do it every 15 days. Only that way I can survive living alone. After shopping, I returned home. The house was a mess; well, can always tidy up after eating something. I cooked really quick and ate the improvised food. I took out the cleaning utensils and began to put everything in order.
I went to my room to take another shower, after the gym and all the movement from cleaning I was really soaking wet in sweat. I grabbed my towel and headed to the shower. I got out and felt how the hangover was gone, well 4 beers were nothing but they would make me do stupid things. So then, I was lucid and could see and think straight. After dressing I began to clean the room, I picked the clothes on the floor. Next, the bed, a real mess.
When I lifted the blankets I opened my eyes as big as I could. No way! No way! No waaay!, was the only thing I thought. I really did stuff with a guy I don't even know!! I am no longer pure!! Damn 4 beers!! Damn birthday party!! Why the heck I had the idea to celebrate!! I was beginning to panic... well all that inside my head. On the outside I was just frozen holding the blankets. Calm down, girl! It's not as bad, you are not in your fertile period, nothing will happen, right? right?! RIGHT?!OMG! WHAT HAVE I DONE?! I began to have an internal crisis again. And then the guy moved. I jumped and backed away. I was starting to get ready to beat the hell out of the guy if he tried something.
He moved again and I tensed. I could see part of his face, somewhat he looked familiar. So you really did things with a guy you know but you don't remember! I began to scold myself again. I moved closer, I had to wake him up and tell him to leave. I was not going to leave him there and wait until he gets the chance to attack me. Ok, do it, you can, he is sleeping. Don't panic and more importantly, don't kill him accidentaly. I touched his shoulder, he moved again and now I could see his entire face. Now, that is something unexpected. Not only I did stuff with a man I knew. I knew him well. BUT WHAT THE HECK! How is it that Bobby was in my bed?!I totally froze looking at him.
I was barely breathing, what was happening there? Bobby was on my bed. Sleeping comfortably, how did he get here? He opened his eyes well, at least I think he did. His eyes are so small you never know if he has them open or not. I kept looking at him like an idiot. I really didn't know what to do. He then looked at me and hold our gaze for a few seconds until he realized there was a girl looking at him. He was really surprised. He quickly got up and looked around. He had a lost look. What to do! what to do! I have Bobby in front of me, I cannot act like a fangirl now, he will freak out. What to doo! waaahh!
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Unexpected Week
FanfictionOn the night of my 23rd birthday I made a wish. Next morning, I found a person sleeping beside me. That is how it began the story of how this unexpected visitor made my week the best of my life.