“Well, you met a girl,” David informed him. “You are in love.”
“I am?” William tried to remember what happened the night before. “Oh, I remember.
Melanie. She came up and started kissing me.”
“She did?” David asked.
“Yeah, she came up to me with a couple beers and kissed me,” William told him.
William sighed, remembering bits and pieces of the night before. He couldn't
remember the order of events. He could remember a word here or there or a brief
moment.
“I danced?” William asked.
“Oh yeah, you love Ricky Martin,” David responded, continuing his game.
“Wait, I remember she told me she was going to make me happy!” William exclaimed.
“Did we end up, you know?”
“If you’re talking about sex, the answer is no,” David informed him. “But you may
want to look in the mirror.”
He glanced in the mirror and froze. “Oh no,” he muttered.
William tried wiping the lipstick off with his hand but only smeared it across his
cheek.
“How do I get this off?” he began to panic.
“I don’t know,” David responded. “I can ask my mom, but she normally doesn’t wear
that much makeup.”
William couldn’t stop looking at himself in the mirror. What did he let Melanie do
to him?
He imagined walking into his home. His father silently nodding his head in
disapproval. His sister falling to the ground, laughing uncontrollably. William
dreaded seeing what the rest of the day would turn into. He never wanted to drink