“Why am I a killjoy, again?” I asked, trying to start a conversation.

“You don’t remember?” she questioned.

I shook my head.

“Let me try to refresh your memory… We were in bed…”

“Fuck,” was the only word I could even think of to say in such a situation, and it seemed to fit perfectly.

“What?… Oh! Don’t worry, we didn’t sleep together. I mean, we almost did but then you started rambling on and on about how wrong that would be and that you couldn’t. I’m guessing by the way you acted; you’re in love with someone. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been able to pick up on what we were about to do as ‘wrong’ with being as wasted as you were.”

I chuckled softly, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, you’re right… I am in love… And I really don’t want to fuck it up this time. I already went down that road with her once and it wasn’t very pleasant.”

“For you, or for her?”

“I think it was the same for both of us… We were both in our own personal Hell; completely antisocial and isolated in our separate apartments.”


“Yeah… Wait, why are you asking anyway? Usually one night stand’s don’t reconvene in the morning and talk about the other’s relationship problems…”

“You really have no idea who I am, do you?”


“Exactly. Wow… This is… It’s actually a little upsetting, to be honest.”

“What’s upsetting? I really have no recollection of anything from last night if that’s what it’s about.”

“No… It isn’t from last night… It’s not even from last year…”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what? Never mind. It really wasn’t that important or anything.”

“Are you sure? You seem a bit upset about whatever this is that you are referring to.”

“I’m only upset because you said you’d never forget.”

“Never forget?”

She nodded, “Yeah… That’s what you told me. But that is what they all say, isn’t it? That they’ll never forget you? And then they do anyway; like they never even knew you were of existence.”

“Okay, now you need to tell me because I’m getting very confused and it’s obvious that you are upset due to something that I did, mostly just because I can’t seem to remember what it is.”

“Try starting with my name.”

I rubbed my temples, trying to ignore the pounding in my skull and think.

“Did you tell me it last night?”

“Nope, and even if I had, you were too drunk to remember.”

“You make it sound like you didn’t drink at all…”

“I really didn’t… I don’t need to be drunk at all to lure guys to my room and make a few bucks, chocolate locks,” she replied with a slight smirk.

Chocolate locks? What the hell?

As weird as that sounded to me… It also seemed kind of familiar…

Where have I heard it before? And why does it remind me of-

Oh my god…

“Brittany?” I asked breathily, slightly in shock.

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