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LAST FRIDAY NIGHT

J. Drysdale

My head pounds in my eyes and sheets scratch against smooth legs, a bare stomach and chest. There’s mascara and lipstick running down my face, across my cheeks.

I don’t want to get up, I want to stay in this bed forever. It’s comfy and soft, and if I move I might barf.

The covers open from behind me and I gasp at the rush of cold air, finally opening my eyes. I see hockey sticks, some pucks, shirts and sweats strewn on the floor. I find my jeans, bra, shirt and other clothes on the ground.

My body aches as I slowly rise up, seeing a somewhat tall man rubbing his eyes and pulling his boxers up and grabbing his phone and walking out the door.

I’m quick to follow him, zipping my jeans up and pulling a shirt over my head. My jeans swish against eachother as I make my way outside of the room.

I stumble through the kitchen, blinking hard at the bright lights and chatter of young adult boys, grabbing keys and pouring coffee into travel mugs.

“‘Mornin” I hear a voice from behind as I receive a kiss on the cheek and a proud smack on the ass, “had fun?”

“From what I remember” I state grabbing my jacket that was laid on the couch, “maybe I’ll see you around”

I nurse my hangover from my own apartment, blinds drawn and lights all shut off. I’m trying to sleep through the day, only god knows how grateful I am that it’s a weekend.

My Friday nights are usually wild, on an off hooking up with Jamie Drysdale. He wants to be official; it’s clear and shamefully obvious that we’re both into each other. But my friends and most people who know me; see that I shy away from dating people.

Sometimes; if we don’t party too hard on Friday, after his Saturday practice he comes over. He knows I’m a lightweight; if I get lucky he might help my hangover. But usually I’m alright enough to watch a romcom with him.

But today; I’m much more exhausted than I usually am, tequila and vodka does that to you when you’re barely 21. It’s 2PM when he knocks on my door, and I crawl to open it.

“Hey sweetdoll, you feelin alright” he asks, gently kissing my temple and inviting himself inside, “you want me to pick up some of that ramen you like?”

“Uh, yeah.. yeah that would be really nice” I grumble following him inside as he sits down on my couch.

“Why don’t you want to go official with me?” He asks softly, he looks at me with those big eyes that I can’t ever look away from

“Im scared… people love you, and they love me so much less” I confide in him, as he wraps an arm around my shoulders. Pulling me closer into him.

“That.. I’d never thought of it that way” he rubs my shoulder and kisses my cheek, resting his head on mine.

“I’m sorry. Maybe I just need more time” I whisper against his skin

“All the time in the world, Sweetdoll”