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Nichole woke up to a huge hangover. She looked around and realized that the room she was in wasn't hers. Where the fuck was she? She hadn't a clue.
She tried to get up but was currently being the little spoon for someone else. What the hell happened last night? She turned around to see who the other person was and-
"Bebe?" Nichole muttered, but no answer. The other one was asleep.
That was when the memories of the night prior started coming back to Nichole. The truth or dare... the dare that made the two kiss for the first time... Then the heavy drinking... and then.... oh fuck.
They didn't fuck right? No.. they couldn't have. They still had their clothes on! Nichole felt around her neck and traced the multiple dark hickeys from the night prior.
She blushed hard as she looked over and saw that Bebe had many hickeys too.
Oh god... what would everyone else think? Bebe was off and on with Clyde while Nichole and Tolkien... well that ship sailed awhile ago. The two broke it off since their relationship was too boring for their taste. Sure, it was a really healthy relationship, but they were teenagers at the time, and they wanted to explore and have fun.
So they both agreed that only if they were both single by the time they were 35, they would give their relationship another chance. But Tolkien was in a long term relationship with another woman and Nichole wouldn't be surprised if the couple eventually married.
And Nichole...
Well Nichole was too busy partying with her best friend Bebe. Every. Fucking. Weekend. They were partying.
Nichole had no time for a boyfriend. All she wanted to do was do what she couldn't when she was just known as the "wholesome cheerleader". And that was partying and play around.
She fucking LOVED partying. It gave her confidence and made her ego boost higher then it ever did in highschool. She could get drunk, maybe even a little high, and go sleep with whatever hunk of a man was in front of her that night.
But Bebe? Really? Fucking hell Nichole you horn dog. You went for your best friend? And take a fucking look at your and hers neck. Look at your bruised fucking lips. Oh my goodness how are you going to explain this? Will you be able to laugh this off and cock it up to be drunkenness? Are... you and Bebe gay for each other?
Those were the thoughts going through Nichole's head as she peeked over and saw Bebe waking up.
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21 year old Bebe Stebens slowly opened her eyes to a haze.
"Oh my fucking god..." She immediately closed her eyes again as her hangover from last night dawned on her. She placed a hand on her head as she groaned. How much did she drink last night at that party and how did she even get here back home and in her own bed? All she remembered was the truth or dare game, the party and how the two had kissed for the first-
Oh hell no they didn't! She immediately sat up, her eyes wide with alarm and embarrassment.
"Don't tell me we fucking kissed last night! Oh my fucking god we can't let anyone know about this!" She grabbed onto Nichole's shoulders and shook her. "What were we thinking?! Oh my god- we were so drunk! And what is that on your neck?!" Quickly she felt her own neck only to feel bite marks- hickeys on her neck too "Did we like make out or something?! Oh no! Oh god!"
She facepalmed as she tried to calm herself down.
She wanted to yell at her best friend for allowing this to happen but then she told herself that it was her own fault just as it was the other female's fault. Whether she liked it or not she'd kissed a girl last night that happened to be HER BEST FRIEND whether it was her intention or not.
She didn't know if she actually had any feelings for her friend since after all it had only been a game and the two were drunk at a party for fucks sake but hell if she did she wouldn't even know what she'd do with herself because fuck she already had a relationship going on with Clyde! She didn't need to complicate things by kissing her best friend!
Sitting up, she slowly got out of bed and paced around the room.
"We can't tell ANYONE what happened Nichole. Clyde will never wanna be with me and the others- what will they think of their best friends kissing while drunk? Oh my god- what if they saw? What if they already know?"
She got on her coat as she once more looked at her friend who was probably just in as much shock as she was in. Maybe even more.
"Nichole, I didn't mean to yell at you." She slowly went over to her friend and sat down beside her. "We'll fix this okay? No one will have to know anything."
She honestly felt that comforting her friend was better than yelling at her since honestly when did violence solve anything? Resting a hand on the darker female's shoulder, she slowly looked into her friend's eyes but it was then she felt something different. A spark. Not just any ordinary spark...she knew this spark. Love...
Who knew it would start just from a silly kid's game at a silly party which was just simply one out of the hundreds they had gone to for the past several weekends. The worst part was Clyde didn't even know about the parties that she and her friends would go to. Hell if he did, he'd be pissed since he'd think she was cheating on him.
Honestly though, she had cheated on him multiple times with plenty of the other boys there since she only wanted the other male in her life because of the shoes he'd get her. She was really big on fashion and no boy was going to walk out of her life just because of his overthinking about her fucking potentionally cheating when he had no fucking proof.
He had even had the nerve to say she didn't have enough time for him which wasn't true as she tried to at least hang out with him once a week which to him wasn't enough. He wanted to hang out with her every day, rizz her up and crap but honestly she'd had some small thought of wanting to break it off with the brown haired male for good despite her earlier thinking of not letting him out of her life since he got her good looking shoes.
She quickly grabbed her hair brush from her nightstand and began to brush her hair rapidly as she looked into the mirror on top of her drawers that were staring right back at her with a reflection.
A reflection that wasn't her but someone else. A much older woman who'd looked like she'd had a long day yesterday whose hair was tangly and who was in the clothes she was in yesterday since she'd been too hung over last night to change back into her actual clothes. It took three seconds. Three seconds for the blonde haired female's jaw to drop, her eyes to widen and for the brush to fall to the ground.