The morning after the night before
Flowing dark hair. Deep brown eyes framed by thick, long lashes. A perfect smile, topped off by a figure nearly every girl in school envied.
This was my best friend, Nikki. Although as I looked at her lying next to me, I had to admit, she wasn’t looking her best.
My parents were away in Devon for the weekend and yes, you guessed it, a small ‘social gathering’ took place the night before.
I’m not a big lover of alcohol, unlike Nikki. And seeing as the house belongs to my parents, there was no way I was going to get completely wasted and allow the place to get totally trashed.
I gently pushed back her hair out of her face and stroked her cheek.
“Nikki?” I whispered.
“Are you okay?”
“Hmmmm” she groaned. She grudgingly opened her eyes, then scrunched them up again, seemingly irritated by the sunlight poking through my bedroom curtains.
“What time is it?” she asked, squinting at me.
“8.30”
With that she rolled over onto her front, pulling down her vest top which was almost riding up over her tits.
Nikki stared up at my ceiling, and then a huge smirk spread across her face.
“I don’t remember a fucking thing from last night, haha. Always the sign of a good night, don’t you think?” “Mm yeah, I guess so” I mumbled, smiling at her. “So what exactly happened last night? Did Ryan ask you out?”

Ryan was two years older than me. We’ve always had a close, flirty friendship. I wanted it to develop into something more, but he’d always knock me back and say he ‘didn’t want to ruin our friendship’. That was fair enough, I could handle that. But what I couldn’t handle was the fact that at every single party we were at, he’d flirt outrageously and end up all over me, only to apologise the following day and ask if we could remain ‘best friends’.