There was one night when we had to take care of our friends because they were too drunk.
Drunk people can be super annoying.
Especially people who drink to the point of blacking out which leaves them puking everywhere and basically immobile. We had to drag my roommate all the way up three flights of stairs while he was unconscious. We placed him in the communal bathroom where he must’ve thrown up for about three hours.
After it was all said and done the bathroom looked like a murder scene.
Back in my room the rest of our friends that we came back with were already fast asleep. Once my comatose roommate was back in his bed we were left with a decision to make. It was 4 am. I couldn’t leave my room just in case anyone threw up in their sleep. She could back to her room and actually get some sleep while I watched our friends. Or she could stay. She decided to stay.
I was overjoyed with her choice.
We climbed into bed still dressed in our party clothes. I was unbelievably nervous, to the point where I was shaking. We had never been this close before, never even kissed.
She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight. “It’s ok,” she said. We proceeded to whisper to each other all night. Making sure not to wake up the sleeping beauties.
Not a minute of sleep was had between the two of us.
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