It was evening. We both came home, giddy, and care-free. After you closed the door, we stared at each other in the living room, for one of those classic "uncomfortable silences".
And then with a nervous shrug, you said, "Wanna spend the night with me?"
"Yes," I said, a little too quickly.
But no sooner than we'd entered your bedroom than we began arguing as to who got to be on the top and who got to be on the bottom. I had almost decided on going home instead, when you held me back.
"Let's BOTH be on top!"
I thought you were crazy. How was such a thing possible? But we didn't want the end to night differently, so we did just that. It was amazing, and fun! A little tight and snug, but fun.
"What the hell is going on?" said a voice.
It was your older brother, back from college a day early.
"Top bunk's mine, dweebs," he said, dropping his dufflebag. We both scrambled down and you grabbed the bottom bunk while I slept on the couch. That's life, eh?
2007-08-25
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