I couldn’t make out the image my eyes were so desperatley trying to spot. Then again, the hangover might have had something to do with that. I could’ve rubbed my head right now, and it would have looked like a scene out of a movie, you know, the one where the guy sleeps with his girlfriend’s bestfriend only to find that he’s now fucked everything up. However, the pain,that I assure you was there, was not revolving around any area within proximity of my head, in fact that pain was placed directly between my legs. I had began to smile, in hopes that Ashley and I had worked everything out and had some obviously hardcore make-up sex. But then that feeling of relief disapted, I had apparently been so trashed that not only could I not remember the sex, I couldn’t even remember making up with Ash.

I fixated on this thought, until this feeling of unhappiness was replaced by another melancholy emotion,grief. I was so worried about not remembering sex that I hadn’t stopped to notice I wasn’t in my room, or Ashley’s. ‘Fuck’ It was the first word that came to mind before I lifted the comforter up in a last hope that my clothes were still on and I’d just passed out, no such luck. This room though, it was familiar,sure, I could’ve done the easy thing and turned around to see who had totally nailed me to the point where I’d eventually felt a strain, but I won’t lie, I was scared shitless. I was laying on my right side, my face facing a wall with plenty of posters,a dresser, a closet filled with glamorous clothes belonging to a girl thank goodness. I stopped then I shut my eyes when I noticed another giant detail on the baby blue wall, you couldn’t miss it, and I didn’t miss it, not last time I was in this room anyway, a big bright blue ‘K’ hung on the wall.

 I knew what that K stood for, but right now, I really wished I’d have been to naive to think maybe it stood for ‘Kevin’ or ‘Kasey’, but I knew better, that ‘K’ that had allowed my world to come crashing down on me in an overwhelmingly shocking manner, stood for Kyla. I almost cried,how do get so miraculously shitfaced, you sleep with your girlfriend’s sister? I turned slightly so now I wasn’t facing the younger girl, but looking at the ceiling in disbelief, your girlfriend’s supposedly straight sister at that. I snuck a glance at the person breathing next to me, still asleep,still naked, and evidently,like I had been earlier, still blinded to the fact that your world is going to change, and probably not for the better. She grabbed at my waist and pulled me closer to her, so that now we were snuggling, or she was, I was trying to loosen myself for her death grip.