I didn’t know what to do or how to react or even what the heck was happening. All I know is when her lips met mine, I felt electric. Nothing like how kissing Carson felt like, or how kissing anyone felt like.

She pulled back after one kiss and looked into my eyes. I could tell she was scared, shocked even. Like she couldn’t believe she just did that. I couldn’t either. My red lipstick mixed with her blue lipstick and on her lips were smudges of red and purple.

I just stared up at her, letting her hold me down by my wrist to the bed. She was in complete control, but I didn’t try and fight her. I’d never seen Josie get like this before. Josie has lots of moods, but I’ve never seen her have that look in her eyes.

I was so confused. Like, I didn’t know Josie rolled that way. She’s only ever dated guys in the past, but all her relationships are short and forgettable. Never even lasting a single month. Well, all except one, Ian Fleming. Her ex, who is a quiet guy and always keeps to himself. Kind of a weirdo if you ask me. They dated for a whole year.

I watched her eyes water over and before I could move or say anything, she kissed me again. Much harder this time, more force and desperation behind it. Again, I felt electrified. I found myself kissing her back.

She pulled back and caught me leaning in for another kiss.

Her grip on my wrist weakened and we shared a look, some unspoken understanding that whatever was about to happen would stay between us, forever. She looked down at my lips, I couldn’t help but glance down at hers. Next thing I know we are lip locked again.

She moves her hands to my waist, sliding up my shirt.

I move my hands to her shoulders, slowly moving down her back.

She repositions herself to get more comfortable. Now she is directly over me, fully on the bed. I run my hands up her arms to her neck and kiss her again. Our lips make soft kissy sounds.

I felt her hand move under my bra and I let out a soft mew in pleasure which gave her the opening to slide her tongue into my mouth. It was then that I tasted how drunk she was. It was overbearing.

I quickly snapped to my senses and pushed her off.

She caught her breath before leaning down and kissing me again.

“Emm,” I grunted in protest as her tongue slid into my mouth once more.

I pushed her back and struggled to catch my own breath.

“Kat…” she said my name.

“You’re drunk,” I pointed out.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” She slurred.

I felt my cheeks heat up.

“What?” I said in confusion.

“You’re pretty,” she said before kissing me again.

I pushed her off and slid out from under her, walking away from the bed, catching my breath. When I looked in the mirror my lipstick was completely messed up. It was all smeared and purply now.

“You’re drunk, and what is even happening right now?” I turned to her.

She just stared at me with glazed eyes.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. Just, go to sleep.”

She slid off the bed and wobbled over to me before nearly tripping on herself and falling into my arms.

“Josie, what has gotten into you?” I said.

It’s not like I haven’t seen her drunk before. Because I have, but she’s usually one of those crazy drunks you have to watch after or she’ll do something crazy like set a house on fire or jump into a freezing lake. I’ve never seen her like this before. I don’t even know how to describe the current state she’s in. 

“Hold me,” she whimpers before nuzzling her head into my neck.

“Ugh, you’re heavy, and your breath smells like booze.” I complain.

She holds me tighter.

“Seriously?” I complain before dragging her over to the bed again. “You had to get plastered, tonight of all nights. Ugh! Way to ruin the plan.” I lay her down.

I try to pull away but she holds me in place so I hover over her at an awkward angle.

“Josie, let go.”

“No.”

“Ugh!” I try and pull free.

I swear she has super strength or something because she lifted me up and flipped me down on the bed like I weighed nothing. The bed creaked under us. I blinked up at her in surprise. Her pink hair fell into my face.

“Now what?” I ask.

She leans down and kisses me again.

I guess I should have seen that coming.

I kiss her back, once, twice, before pushing her away.

“No, you’re drunk.”

“Would you kiss me if I was sober?” she asks.

“What is even happening right now? Why are you doing this?”

“I think you’re really pretty.”

“Thanks? I think. You’re pretty too I guess.”

She laid down on top of me and cuddled up as close as possible before saying,

“Don’t leave me.”

I sigh in defeat.

That’s one way to ruin someone’s night. I planned to stay up really late and get to know Carson all over again but instead, I get stuck with babysitting duty. She couldn’t have attacked Sage or Sophie? I swear Josie can be so immature sometimes. 

She’s always been that way.

When she doesn’t get her way, she throws little fits that gradually progress into a full-on bitch fit. Everyone knows not to piss her off or else you’re stuck dealing with her and her crazy ass self. She’s the kind of girl that can go off the handle at any moment and fuck you up.

Luckily, she’s matured a lot over the years and her fits are few and far between. She still has her moments though, but I guess we all do. I can get into moods too, especially when I don’t get what I want. I’m known for becoming a whiny bitch who pesters people until I get my way. I try not to do it too much, and even still only ever do it to my friends and family.

Josie’s always been like a big sister to me. Watching over me, protecting me from things like making bad decisions and going after the wrong guy. She totally called that my Ex Bryson was secretly obsessive, but I didn’t listen to her. Of course, I found out the hard way how right she was. She’s usually right about a lot of things, much to my annoyance.  She makes sure to point out our track record at who is right every time a big decision comes up.

She took me under her wing and groomed me into becoming one of the most popular people at school, just like her. Without her, I’d probably still be a loser like Carson was. She’s always had my back, my ride-or-die bitch. I know I can always count on her.

Or so I thought.

But when I needed her to come through the most, she does this.

First, she was sketchy about Carson, then she wouldn’t let me use the lucky lipstick, now she’s so drunk she can barely walk. I mean, what the actual fuck is going on here? She’s totally falling apart, and I don’t even know why.

Maybe she’s depressed that she’s been single for so long. That would explain why she attacked me out of nowhere. Maybe she’s jealous that Carson and I are finally going to get together. She’s always been a little jealous and overbearing when it comes to me dating a new guy. I guess she thinks it ruins our best friend dynamic or something, but it doesn’t. We are always still friends after the breakup.

Maybe she’s just tired of being celibate. Maybe the girl needs to be laid. I wouldn’t put it past her. She can get pretty cranky sometimes. But I don’t know what she attacked me for, not like I can be of much help to her in that department. Maybe she’s too embarrassed to say anything. Maybe I’m the only one she can come to.

That would be classic Josie.

One time in middle school she got her period early but instead of telling the teacher or asking to go to the nurse, she hid it. All-day she did her best not to show until finally she met me at lunch and dragged me away sobbing and crying about her predicament. Luckily, I had some spare pads and pants in my locker. I told her she should have just gone to the nurse, but I guess she was too prideful.

Freshmen year of high school, she accidentally fucked up her hair by dying it green, when she had been trying for bright blue. Instead of going to a salon or telling her parents, she wore a head wrap to hide it. Then made me come over to try and help her fix it. She didn’t even tell Sage or Sophie. I ended up making it worse and we walked to the salon so they could fix it.

Josie’s always been that way, there are just some things she only trusts me with and no one else. We tell each other everything. What boys we are crushing on, what we’ve done sexually, what we want to do sexually, we talk about periods, and basically anything any normal person would be uncomfortable talking about. That’s why I’ve always looked up to her as my big sister. Even though she’s only a few months older than me.

But correct me if I’m wrong, last I checked you don’t kiss big sisters as she kissed me. I can’t get it out of my head. I’ve never felt anything so electrifying. How can I see her as my big sister after that!? That’s just weird. Best friends don’t kiss best friends like that.

Maybe…

Maybe she likes me as more than a friend.

Could it be possible?

Has Josie been into girls this whole time and I’ve never noticed? Why didn’t she just tell me? Then again, I wouldn’t tell someone I liked them too if all they ever did was talk about the other people they like.

Am I overthinking this?

I turn and look at her, she’s out cold.

I swear she’s such a child sometimes.

When I glance down at her lips, her lipstick is all smeared and messed up.

You know what, I’ll just write this whole thing off as some drunk episode. If she wants to talk about it then we will, but no way in hell am I ever bringing this up again. That’s just so awkward. This whole situation is just so awkward.

No need to overthink anything.

I’ll just close my eyes and see what happens in the morning.