"Marisa, calm down. It's me, Margarita." Thank god it's Margarita. But why is she in my bed? The last thing I remember is taking the blunt from Margarita and hitting it. Everything else after that is all a blur. "What the hell happened? What time is it? Why are you in my bed?" I had so many other questions, but my mind could only handle asking those three at the time.
"We got high, then we got really drunk. About an hour later, you were still passed out from the alcohol. So, I took you home. Your mom let me spend the night as well. I didn't tell her what happened. But I did tell her you had a bit to drink, she wasn't mad thank god. You've been asleep for about a good 4-5 hours. It's currently 8:00 at night. Any other questions?" Yes, I have many more questions. But I don't think I want the answer to either one of them.
"Did I do anything stupid?" I asked hesitantly. "I mean, we made out. And did some stuff, but that's it. Oh actually, you almost invited Everett to have a threesome with me and you. Nothing else though." Well, at least I'm still a virgin. That's good to know.
I tried getting up from the bed, but my body said no. "Ugh, everything is spinning, Margarita. Make it stop." I grabbed a pillow and held it over my head. "I can get you some feel better medicine to help take some pain away." She sat up trying to find her bag that had headache medicine and pain killers. Margarita doesn't pop pills; she just has really bad headaches and cramps all the time. "I'll take it." I grabbed the pills and the bottle of water that was sitting on my nightstand and swallowed the pills.
I really hope Margarita doesn't think I'm lesbian or anything. I like guys, not girls. I don't have a problem with Margarita being gay. I love that she's proud of her sexuality.
"Margarita, can we talk?" I asked her while I laid back down. "What's up?" She looked straight at me. Shit, I don't wanna make her mad. "When we made out, I was high and I wasn't thinking. I don't want you thinking I'm gay. I mean I don't have a problem with gay people, I'm just not gay. I'm straight." She didn't say anything. "If you're mad, I understand. I'm really sorry, Margarita."
"Marisa, I'm not mad. Why would I be mad? And trust me, I know you're not gay. I completely understand. I still love ya kiddo." She hugged me and I couldn't have been happier at that moment. I finally made a friend. And I don't ever want to lose her.
*Author's note:* Hey loves. I know this chapter is really short. Chapter 4 is in the works right now. I hope y'all are enjoying this story. Love y'all. <3333333
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