Warm slivers of yellow light pierced throw the blinds. Roxy yawned, once, and curled back into the soft mass next to her. Roxy's head was heavy with sleep. She laid wrapped around Diane like a snake. Her chest thrummed with the rumblings of wakefulness. The sheets around them were smooth and cool on her back, a welcome sensation.

"Hey Diane, I have breakfast cookin' on - oh"

And that was all it took for realization to set in. The small pieces of memory that blurred through her mind was enough to tell her that something happened. Something. Probably not a good thing.

Here she was, naked, on her best friend, hungover and in front of said friend's sister.

Another thing that probably wasn't good.

Debbie scurried out of the room, a shock of lightning on her heels. The mattress shifted as the body under her moved. Diane groaned and curled further into the sheets.

Roxy slid off to the side of the bed. She took her head and her thoughts in her hands. Lithe arms wrapped around her waist.

"Diane, please.." 

Lips murmured against the base of her spine. The bed shifted again, and a groggy Diane was beside her, squinting at the floor as she willed her eyes to focus.

"Good mornin'." Diane's voice crackled with the warm tones of languor.

The only thing Roxy was truly certain about was knowing zero definites. Any recollection of the night prior was a haze of color and skin, nulled further by her current state of semi intoxication. Her mind was spun like a car on ice.

"Hey."

A singular blonde shock was brushed from her face by a delicately painted finger. 

"Hey," and nothing else came out.

Diane's breath was hot and welcome on Roxy's skin. Warm and spicy from the night before. 

What a night.

A night, she was quickly reminded, that led her naked in her friend's bed.

Her Carhartt hoodie laid spread on the floor, one of it's duck colored sleeves inside out. It's familiar rough, waffled texture was comforting as she pulled her phone from her breast pocket.

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"Fucken' shit."

Cream colored sheets fell on her shoulders like a sweeping cape.

"It's cold."

Roxy looks up and Diane's eyes glistered with something of exceptional sadness. 

"You know I have to talk to her."

Diane nodded. "Yeah."

She found her bleached shirt tossed against the bathroom door. She pulled it over her head and read her messages, most of them from her concerned girlfriend. God, what would she say? 

Diane, still nude, handed Roxy her black boyshorts. 

"Will you stay?"

Roxy was quiet as she wiggled into her underwear.

"I want to, Di."

She couldn't look in her eyes. She knew she'd start crying.

In her hand, her phone started ringing.

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