Our Song

I didn’t want to open my eyes. That was the last thing that I wanted to do at that moment. I was awake, and yet my eyelids were heavy and they didn’t want to open.

I couldn’t remember if it was a school day or not. I was hoping it wasn’t because then I would have definitely been late. I just didn’t want to get out of bed…

When my eyes finally opened, the first thing I noticed was that I wasn’t in my room. Actually, I was in a room that I hadn’t ever been in before. I would have shot up if whatever I was lying on wasn’t probably the most comfortable thing ever.

I looked up to see that what I was lying on was a chest, and was going to freak out until I looked up to see the face that belonged to this chest. It was Blake, not some stranger from the party that I had to the night before.

But then I freaked out anyway, because I was in bed with Blake, and I had absolutely no recollection of the night before. Anything could have happened and I wouldn’t have even known!

I sat up, looking to see that we both still had our clothes on. Nothing felt different with me, and I was sure that something was supposed to feel different since I hadn’t ever had sex before.

In all honesty… the thought of losing my virginity to Blake wasn’t what scared me. What scared me was that I didn’t remember a single second of it.

Blake suddenly rubbed at his eyes, groaning as he sat up along with me. I held my breath, afraid of what he might have done or said to me once he saw me.

“I see you’re awake,” I greeted with a nod, and I wasn’t about to admit that his bedhead was seriously hot. “I expected you to sleep in, considering how much you drank last night.”

I shook my head, biting the inside of my lip to stop myself from squeaking. I shook my head so hard that my head pounded, and this only caused me to only bite down on the inside of my lip even harder.

Blake reached over and put his headphones on as if they were glasses and he needed them to help him see. “Are you alright?”

“What did we do last night?” I gulped, afraid of what the answer possibly could have been. I actually wanted to ask him if he had any aspirin, but this question was more important. If I was so drunk that I didn’t even remember what had happened, then anything could have 
happened the night before.

Blake’s eyebrows furrowed at me. “You don’t remember?”

I shook my head. “The last thing I remember is throwing up in a bush.”

I didn’t even remember seeing Blake the night before at all! Just how drunk had I been? If I could remember talking with Zach Deveraux and not even remembering seeing Blake, I had to have been really out of it…

“We… didn’t do anything,” Blake shrugged, and I furrowed my eyebrows at him as he pressed a button on his iPod to make the music start playing. “You went outside to throw up and I found you there. I didn’t want you going back into the party as trashed as you were, so…  I brought you back here.”

He seemed uncomfortable for a reason, which I didn’t really understand since we hadn’t done anything with each other the night before. I guess it was a little awkward to have me in his bed with him, but still… It wasn’t that awkward, was it?

“Thank you for, um, taking care of me,” I finally said, seeing that there was nothing else for me to say. I really was thankful to him for doing this for me. “I don’t know what would have happened if you didn't help me.”

Blake smiled at me slightly. “It was no problem, really. I was glad I could help.”

Blake had always been the sweetest guy I had ever met. Sean wasn’t sweet like he was; he just thought his looks and his popularity would get him whatever he wanted. And it was the same for Derrick, who didn’t even seem to care about any girls at all. But Blake… he was so different from the two of them and every other guy in the entire school.

Without either of us realizing it, we both began to lean in closer to each other, as if there was some kind of a magnetic pull between us. When I finally noticed what we were doing and what was about to happen, I didn't pull away from him. I moved in even closer, wanting it more than I had ever wanted anything else.

Our lips were so close; I could feel his breath as he breathed in and out. My body already shook and our lips hadn’t even touched yet. I had already kissed him before, but that was when we were at school in front of my friends. Now we were all alone in his bedroom, where anything could have happened.