I'm Sure You've Heard It All Before

this is too much

I'm awoken by the sound of lighting happening outside. The first thing I realize is that my lips are extremely dry and my mouth tastes awful. Also, I have the worst headache that I nearly faint when I get up.

I check my phone for the time: 11 pm it says.
I also see that I have one text message from Franco:

hey! i'm coming over if you don't mind. i misss youuu lol

He sent the text about ten minutes ago which means he'll be here sometime soon. I get up from the floor and throw away the vodka bottle in the kitchen trashcan. The kitchen lights nearly blind me by the way. I only drank half of the bottle but I know that people can get drunk off two shots of vodka and I had like what, nine?

God, my head really fucking hurts. I decide to pop two ibuprofen pills to help with the pain and I pray that it goes away before Franco comes over because I am the worst person to be around when I'm in pain. I'm basically a monster.

I wait for Franco while sitting on the living room couch and I find a stick of gum in my pocket so I chew on that to get rid of the awful taste in my mouth. I shut my eyes and try to power nap the pain away. But two minutes later I hear a knock on the door.

I open the door to find Franco and he hugs me, kind of awkwardly.

"Whoah," I say. Surprisingly, the two of us aren't huggers.

"Sorry, I know it's late but I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out?"

"Yeah, of course, come in."

Franco comes in and take off his jacket which he hangs on the coat rack. As I turn to walk ahead he grabs my arm and turns me around so his hands are on my hips.

"Do you need something?" I joke as I wrap my arms around his neck.

He starts to move his hand up my chest and eventually to my face. Franco looks at me so deeply and serious that I can't breathe at all.

"Robin, I'm going to kiss you because I literally cannot stand it anymore. Is that cool?"

I'm taken aback and I literally cannot get any words formed into my head but eventually I spit out a "Yes, you can kiss me."

He grabs my face and plants a hard kiss on my lips. I kiss him back a little too desperately because I've literally have never wanted something more and I'm kissing the most perfect boy.

He starts to grab my shirt and we move on over to the couch where we kiss, and kiss, and kiss.

I start to do something crazy. I start lifting up his shirt and he gets the idea so he removes it. I do the same with mine. We keep on making out and he pulls away where we both say "Woah."

Eventually we laugh and start to peel away from each other because I don't think either of us want to go any further than this. And that's okay.

We pretty much just start to put our shirts back on and start talking about what just fucking happened. (!!!)

"Robin, I mean- wow. You're so- just... wow." He says while we lay on the couch, hands linked together.

I kiss his hand and I look at him and say "You hungry?"

We order pizza and watch a movie on my laptop. It's one of my favorites, Dirty Dancing.

"I cannot believe that fucking Dirty Dancing is one of your favorite movies," Franco says, giggling throughout his words. I shove him and say "It's a feel-good movie! Shut up!"

The night turns into super late in the night so Franco decides to sleepover. There's the obvious elephant-in-the-room that neither of us have the guts to say. We've slept in the same bed before, but that was when we were friends and not... whatever it is we are now. I'm not saying we're gonna have sex or some shit but like, sharing a bed with a guy you just made out with is... okay, I don't know what else say. I don't have a point. It's just weird.

And scary.

Regardless, I let Franco change in my bathroom into some pajamas I lent to him. I sit on my bed awkwardly. When he comes out, he immediately just jumps into my bed and pulls my shoulder down with his hand, making me fall right next to him.

I turn to bedside table and turn off the lamp. I try to not let my mind wander onto other things that might...awaken certain things. I wonder if the guy with the wavy hair in my bed is wondering the same thing.

Franco leans over to grab my hand which he kisses over and over again.

"God," he says in between kisses, "what are you doing to me, Robin?"

"What am I doing to you, Franco?" I whisper.

"You're hot and smart and beautiful and wise and amazing," he whispers. Even in the dark I can see his smile.

I don't know if it's the hangover I'm still harboring, but I'm dizzy all of a sudden. Franco is rubbing his forehead on my shoulder when I realize why I got drunk in the first place.

Shit, should I tell him or not? It's not like I kissed Aleeah, she kissed me. Fucking Aleeah. Why the hell is she so fucking spontaneous. She does everything without thinking of what will happen. I hate her. I hate her for putting me in this position. I can't even say her name without fuming.

"Rob?" Franco says to me, poking my shoulder and awakening me out of my angry thoughts.

"You're eyebrows just scrunched up all of a sudden and you're biting your lip like crazy. Are you okay?" He tells me gently.

I'm not okay though. I don't truly know what is going on with Franco and I and my favorite person on earth kissed me like she was in love with me. I am far from okay. Like okay isn't even in my realm.

It never is.

"I'm okay," I tell him.

He smiles at me and closes his eyes.

He doesn't know I just lied to him.