9

I wake up to a pounding headache that's threatening to blow my skull.

My eyes burning and it feels like I had been dancing for a week yesterday.

The memory of how I dragged myself to bed is more than blurred.

Slowly I turn my head to the side and see a back

- a shirtless back, with shoulders and muscles.

My heart would normally start racing, but the bed was so cozy right now...

I look away, trying to ignore what I had just seen but then reality suddenly hits me like a punch.

A boy.

Shirtless.

In a bed.

With me.

In a panic, I sit up and almost throw myself out of balance.

I see the face.

And I thought it couldn't get any worse, but it just did.

Mattheo fucking Riddle.

He stirs slowly, mutters something incomprehensible and turns half to me. His face still looks sleepy, but his eyes narrow slightly as he looks at me.

»What the hell are you doing in my bed?« I burs out, my voice maybe a little louder and more shaky than I wanted.

He rubs one hand over his face and groans slightly annoyed. »It's 7 o'clock or so, for god's sake.« He points at the bed with a slight nod of his head. »Besides, you're in my bed, darling.«

I immediately become silent and look down at myself. My dress had slipped, hangs half on my waist and I am... anything but covered.

A cold shiver runs through me, and my gaze wanders to him again - still shirtless. My breath catches.

Did we have...?

SEX?

The shock is probably written on my face, because suddenly Mattheo slowly begins to grin.

His expression changes from annoyed to amused, and it seems as if he can read my train of thought without a word.

Finally, he reaches for a pillow and before I can even react, it lands gently but firmly in my face.

»We didn't hook up,« he says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I push the pillow out of my face and glare at him as relief grows in me—and at the same time the need to overfry him. »Maybe you could point that out before I wake up half-naked in your bed!«

He shrugs his shoulders calmly, his lips still warped into a cheeky grin. »You know...the idea that we...« He cuts himself off as if he was thinking about continuing to mock me. »But no. I just had to save you from yourself.«

My head continues to ache, but slowly a mixture of shame and anger creeps into my thoughts.

I would have liked to throw a pillow in his face - or at least bury myself under some blankets and never get out again.

I let myself fall back into his pillows and sigh deeply. I am way too exhausted and have an unbearable hangover. »I don't even want to know what you mean by that. God... I don't remember anything, besides...blurred...pictures...I guess« I murmur.

Mattheo moves next to me and as I blink at him from the corner of my eye, I see how he turns on his side, supporting his head on his elbow and looks down at me.

His eyes flash slightly amused as he finally opens his mouth.

»You wanted to give the boys from all houses, a strip show. I had to carry you out on my shoulder so you would leave your dress on.«

His words sounds as casually as if he was talking about the weather.

I stare at him, shake my head and twist my face. »That's ridiculous!...I don't believe you. I would never have—«

But deep down, I know that this was probably exactly how it had happened.

The images in my head are blurred, but a fleeting sense of exudence and the memory of the cheering voices of the crowd flare up briefly. Desperate, I try to convince myself that he just wants to provoke me.

He grins wider as he apparently notices my inner doubts, and raises an eyebrow. »Oh really? So you really want to tell me that it's not in your nature to suddenly become the attraction of the evening?«

I cross my arms, try to give myself courage, and roll my eyes. »Please. You probably just dreamed of all this. Or rather: fantasized. Pervert.«

He snorts and lays back, his head still slightly turned in my direction.

»Believe what you want, princess. But next time you can ask Pansy - she documented the whole thing nicely on her camera.«

I groan in annoyance and muttered, »Oh... of course she has. That's exactly what I'm needing right now.«

I roll my eyes, swing my legs out of the bed and push myself up.

Mattheo looks at me briefly, and I notice his gaze on me when I notice that my dress had still slipped up to the waist and my underwear is clearly visible.

But somehow I don't care; a slight lazy grin on my lips when I see his gaze and I simply adjust my dress again. Problem solved.

»Potter, wasn't the show yesterday enough? Or are you doing this privately just for me?« He says and grins crookedly.

I cross my arms and look at him with a playful smile. »Keep dreaming, Riddle. I won't serve your fantasies.«

His grin only widens. »Of course. The words of a woman who was still half naked in my bed until five seconds ago.«

I raise an eyebrow and huff. »How noble of you to bring up the subject so early in the morning, so often.«

He shrugs his shoulders, his voice sarcastically casual. »Seriously, Potter. What's your excuse for the big performance?«

I turn away from him and lift my chin. »I don't need an excuse, I'm out of here anyway.«

»Really? And where do you want to go?« He looks at me in a defiant look.

I fix my disheveled hair in his mirror, God, who sees me like that could really think that I had a hot night. »Far away from your bed,« I glare at him.

His grin only widens as he leans back. »Well then, good luck with it. We both know you'll end up here again.«

With a last eye roll and annoyed look, I turn around and walk quickly to the door.

I walk down the aisle, my head down and my arms crossed, trying to ignore the throbbing headaches that are driving me crazy.

The last thing I need was a meeting with someone.

But of course fate had other plans.

I absolutely love my life.

Just as I am about to open the door to my room, Theo came to meet me. I stop abruptly, just like him, when our eyes meet. I glance into my room and see Pansy sleeping soundly.

He looks ... devastating.

His hair was completely disheveled, his eyelids heavy with fatigue, and he is wearing the wrinkled shirt from the night before.

His movements seems sluggish, almost like those of a sleepwalder.

I can't help but examine him closely - the revealing signs were there. And he does the same.

His eyes wanders over me, briefly stick to my crumpled dress, to my bare legs, to my obviously chaotic state.

Our eyes meet again, and almost at the same time we grin.

Then he grins wider.

»Morning, Potter,« he murmurs, his voice deep and still sleepy, but clearly amused.

I cross my arms in front of my chest, but feel my cheeks burn.

Not because of him, obviously, but because I realize he was thinking about something. »Morning, Nott.«

He let his gaze glide over me once more before leaning slightly against the door frame. »Well? Did you sleep well, hm?«

His tone is so complacent that I would like to sink in the ground.

I blink, looking for an answer that doesn't sound like an admission of guilt. »... yes. And you?«

His grin widens. »more than good.« He runs his hand through his hair, which is already hopelessly messy, and points with a nod in the direction of Pansy's room. »But you...you seem like your night was almost better than mine.«

My heart stops for a moment. I swallow. I raise a suspicious eyebrow. »What do you mean by that?«

He raises his eyebrows and the look in his eyes spoke volumes. »Sarah, you just came out of my room. Or rather, out of Mattheo's bed. And if I look at your condition like that...«

He leaves the sentence deliberately unfinished, the corners of his mouth twitching treacherously.

»Theo!« I let out indignantly and feel the blood shooting into my face. I am so embarrassed. I roll my eyes. »It's not what you think! Not really, you asshole!«

He skeptically furrows his forehead, looks at me again and then makes a weighing movement with his hand. »Hmm. So, the way you look - wrinkled dress, sleepy look, completely done - ...«

»Theo!« I repeat, this time even more panicked.

He laughs softly and crosses his arms in front of his chest. »Okay, okay. If you say so ... but honestly, No one would believe that, Potter.«

I stare at him, speechless and completely overwhelmed. »I... I slept with him, but not the way you think! I was just... drunk and he was just helping! That was all!«

Theo raises an eyebrow skeptically and grins. »Sure. Mattheo Riddle is suddenly Mother Theresa? The loving Mattheo. Always helping.«

I feel my embarrassment slowly turning into frustration. »Theo, seriously - nothing happened!«

He raises his hands in surrender. »It's okay, Potter. But hey if Pansy asks as well, tell her I was just as skeptical about you as she will be.«

With these words, he grins again and disappears down the corridor. I stop, shaking my head and my face still hot with embarrassment.

He certainly wouldn't be the only one who drew the wrong conclusions - and I'm not sure if I should get more annoyed with him or myself.

I open the door to our room and let it fall quietly behind me into the lock.

Pansy is lying on her bed, half covered, her face half pressed into a pillow. The hickeys on her neck are obvious, like small, revealing marks from last night.

I smile silently to myself. Pansy looks so peaceful, in her relaxed attitude.

I just hope Theo treats her well.

She is one of the few people I really love with all my heart and I don't want anyone to hurt her.

Oh Salazar. I would cut off Nott's manhood if he hurt her.

Slowly I lay down next to her on the bed.

Without even opening her eyes, she snuggles up to me, snuggling up to me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. But it kinda is.

Hopefully we're not the only best friends cuddling. A small smile escapes me as I lean my head against hers.

It feels good, so calm and familiar - as if this little gesture could wash away all the insecurities of the last night.

After a while, my eyes fall closed and I fall asleep.

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The light in the room bright and shining through the curtains. I look up at the clock – 9:23 AM.

Pansy moves slightly next to me, yawning and stretching sluggishly.

»Pans, come on, let's get breakfast before there's anything left,« I mutter sleepily, rubbing my eyes.

She grumbles something that sounds like a protest, pulls the sheets higher and mutters: »Just five more minutes...«

I laugh softly and slowly sit up.

The morning feels better than the night before. Even though I barely remember.

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The Great Hall is full of noise – laughter, conversations, rattling dishes.

I poke around bored in my breakfast and push the scrambled eggs from one side of the plate to the other.

The smell of fried bacon and fresh toast hangs in the air, but I don't get a bite down. My stomach is still rebelling from the alcohol yesterday anyway.

Fortunately, there is no school today.

With this headache, I can't stand a moment to practice spells or listen to Snape's sarcastic comments.

Instead, I sit here, watching the others and as if I am eating.

The Usual. Move the food like I have an appetite, and hope no one notices.

I stare into my tea when suddenly a loud laugh from the Gryffindor table catches my attention.

Harry. Right. I sigh softly and stood up.

»I'll go to Harry for a moment,« I mutter briefly to the others. Pansy nods to me briefly and already my feet carry me as if by themselves to the Gryffindor table.

»Morning, Sarah,« says Harry with a smile as I sit down with him and let my head fall on the table, on my arms.

»Morning,« I mutter, taking a quick look at Hermione and Ron, who are sitting on the other side of the table.

Hermione looks at me with her typical, observing look, smiling slightly. »You look tired. Was the party yesterday... fun?«

Ron grins widely and pushes another piece of bacon into his mouth. »Sarah, were you the last one to leave, or what?«

I shrug and give them a small smile. »It was... interesting. At least that's what I can remember."

Harry laughs and rolls his eyes. »Typical. But did everything go well? No problems?« He asks softly.

I snort softly and shake my head as I stand up. »No, everything was fine. I also just came over briefly to give you a short signal of life.« I say with a small, unnoticeable grin.

»Well, then get back to your table. Idiot.« Harry smiles and ruffles my hair.

When I go back to my seat at the Slytherin table, I notice that all eyes were on me.

The conversations at the table falls silent, and I slowly sit down and raise my eyebrow as I reach for my fork.

I don't think I'm the main character or anything, in case it seems that way. It's just... it's not exactly normal for everyone to go quiet when I show up. Usually, I'm more like the invisible one. Sounds pathetic, I know, but it's really not. You get used to it.

Blaise is the first to break the silence.

»Well, Sarah, I'm proud of you. Yesterday you were really... how do I say..? Interesting?,« he says with a wide smirk that doesn't bode well.

I raise an eyebrow again and put the fork away. »What are you talking about?« I ask suspiciously.

Enzo laughs softly and leans back. »Oh come on, Sarah. Like you don't remember anything. You're totally gone! It was a really cool show, for your standards.«

I twist my face. »I don't remember anything, and to be honest, I don't want to.« I chuckle.

»Shush, just because she once parties, it doesn't change anything. You're still a pussy, Sarah.« Mattheo's voice rings in my ears.

»I hate you, Riddle,« I groan annoyed and roll my eyes.

Before I can continue talking, I hear Mattheo's deep voice right next to me. »How you begged for my dick in the closet says something else.«

Silence.

My head shoots around, and I stare at him with my jaw dropped.

The others at the table look just as shocked as I am.

No, even more shocked.

I only have bold memories of the situation in the closet, but one thing is clear to me:

I'm screwed.

»What?« I finally bring out.

Mattheo leans back relaxed, an amused sparkle in his dark eyes. »Have you forgotten? Shall I tell you again? You know, how you literally begged me—«

»Fuck you, Riddle!« I interrupt him and feel the heat shoot in my face.

Blaise almost chokes on his juice, while Enzo laughs out loud. Pansy looks back and forth between us and suddenly begins to giggle.

»Seriously, Mattheo?« Theo sparkles at him. »Stop with this shit.« Theo jumps in for me, but the grin that plays on his lips speaks against me.

Mattheo shrugs, a slight grin on his lips. »What?Memories can be useful.«

I stand up and slam my napkin on the table. »You are unbearable.«

»And you're easy to provoke,« he grumbles with a satisfied smile.

»Asshole,« Pansy jumps in and stands up with me.

With an annoyed snort, I turn around and walk out of the hall, my cheeks still hot with shame. Pansy follows me.

»Come on, Sarah. It's enough. You let him treat you like shit. Like a damn doormat« Pansy calls after me as she snares next to me, towards our room.

»Do you think I enjoy this, Pans? I hate this guy so much. What the hell am I supposed to do?! Tell me!« I am upset.

I storm into my room, Pansy steps in with a determined look and closes the door behind her.

»I know what you could do,« she says, crossing her arms in front of her chest and leaning against the door.

I sigh in annoyance. »Pansy, I don't want to hear anything right now, I-«

»Just listen to me, Sarah. Until the end, okay?« Her voice is compelling and I know she won't let up before I agree.

»Fine,« I mutter and let myself fall on the bed. »But by Salazar's beard, if it's some stupid plan-«

»Trust me, you will love the plan,« she says with a grin and sits down next to me.

She clears her throat and begins to speak with shining eyes: »So... you're just going to push Mattheo against the wall and kiss him. But listen before you protest!« She exclaims.

Kissing him? I think I've heard something wrong.

I'd rather rot in hell.

I open my mouth to do just that, but she raises a hand to stop me.

»You kiss him—and I'm sure he'll return that kiss—but then you pull yourself back. Then you look him in the eyes and say something like...«

She makes a dramatic pause and leans forward to me.

»You always pretend to be untouchable, but deep down you are just as lost as we are. Just as weak. No, even weaker. Like your pathetic, fucking father.'«

I blink at her, unable to believe what I just heard.

»Have you lost your mind?« I finally ask. »Why the hell would I kiss Mattheo Riddle? And certainly not to say something like that to his face!«

Pansy shrugs her shoulders as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. »Because it would absolutely kill him. He loves to be in control, Sarah. If you surprise him and show him that you have the upper hand, you will completely upset him. He will be caught off guard.«

I shake my head violently. »No. No. No. No. Hell no! I won't kiss him. Never. Not even in my nightmares! I hate him, Pansy!«

»Oh, please,« she says, rolling her eyes. »You can't tell me that you didn't at least think a little about what it would be like to bring him to his knees.«

I grit my teeth, determined to ignore her words. But deep down, I know she is right.

Not with kissing – that is absurd!

But to upset Mattheo, to give him his own medicine... the idea has its charm.

»I'm not going to do it,« I finally say, crossing my arms over my chest.

Pansy looks at me skeptically. »You can deny it however you want, Sarah, but I can see that you're thinking about it. And believe me if you ever do it... I want to be around to see his face.«

I roll my eyes and throw a pillow at her head.

Well, Pansy is in the process of coming up with a new plan - probably an even crazier idea of how I can bring Mattheo to his knees - when she suddenly falls silent and smiles, as if she just has remembered something.

I can't help but smile when I look at Pansy. She leans casually against the headboard of the bed, while her neck clearly shows the traces of a very interesting night.

»Okay, Pans, spit it out,« I say, as I slide back on my bed in a cross-legged seat and look at her expectantly. »What exactly happened to you and Theo last night? And I want details.«

Pansy raises an eyebrow and pulls one of her dark strands of hair over her shoulder. »You're getting really curious, huh?«

»Curious? Of course I'm curious!« I lean forward a bit and wiggle my eyebrows. »Come on, Pans. I want to know everything. Was he romantic? Wild? Did he make an effort?«

She laughs and also sits up of the opposite of me. »Oh, Sarah, he was... how can I say it? Theo knows exactly what he's doing. If he wants something, he'll get it.«

»Oh my God,« I say and clapping my hands enthusiastically. »Now it's getting exciting! How did it start? Did he just kiss you or was there that typical back and forth?«

Pansy places a hand on her forehead dramatically and sighs playfully. »Oh, it was like from a twisted romance novel. First he looked at me with that look, you know? That look that tells you, 'You belong to me.'«

I squeal and hit her lightly on the arm. »Oh my God, stop! And then?«

»Then,« she continues, as she wraps a strand of hair around her finger, »–he just pulled me to him. And before I could even say anything, he kissed me. And not such a gentle, reserved kiss, but one of those where you no longer can tell up from down«

»Damn it,« I mutter impressed. »So Theo has skills.«

Pansy grins self-satisfied. »Oh, Sarah, 'Skills' is an understatement. The guy knows how to make someone go feral.«

I laugh and shake my head. »I love that you're so honest. But seriously, Pans, do you think this thing with Theo could be something serious? Or is that just casual?«

She shrugs, but her gaze becomes thoughtful for a moment. »I don't know. But you know what? Right now I don't care. Theo is... Theo. And I like the way he looks at me, like I'm the only thing that matters.«

As I watch Pansy talk about Theo, her voice dreamy and full of love, I can't help but feel so happy for her. She deserves all the happiness in the world. But at the same time, it hits me—I've never had anything like that with a boy. Never looked for it, sure, but no one's ever looked at me, either. They all wanted Pansy. And I'm truly glad for her, I am. But sometimes, just sometimes, I wish someone would look at me like I'm the only thing that matters to them.

»Awww,« I squeal, putting a hand on my heart. »That's kind of sweet, Pans.«

She grins widely. »Sweet? Me? No, honey, I'm hot and dangerous.«

I laugh loudly and throw a pillow at her. »You're impossible.«

»But you still love me,« she counters and winks at me.

»More than anything,« I say, and that was the truth. »Now tell me more!!«

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»Oh my God, Sarah! His hand was in my hair, our clothes all over the room.«

I scream when she says that, a big grin on my lips, but before it goes on, Draco storms into our room.

Pansy and I blink, looking at each other briefly before we burst into laughter.

»That's not the reaction I usually get from ladies when I storm into their room.« Draco grins slightly and leans against the door frame as he raises his brow.

»Trust me, you're not the reason for our laughter. Sorry to disappoint you, hun'« Pansy chuckles, whereupon I have to chuckle myself when I pinch her arm.

»Whatever,« Draco rolls his eyes.

Not even a second later, Enzo, Theo, Mattheo and Blaise are already at the door.

The boys stand in front of the door, audibly impatient, while Enzo rushes into our room brimming with energy, settles down right between me and Pansy and wraps his arms around our shoulders.

»Chop Chop, girls! Hogsmeade is calling!« He calls out in an overly cheerful tone, as if he was announcing a victory.

Blaise snorts and shakes his head, but he can't help the grin. »Such a devil with the face of an angel you are, Enzo,«he says, running his hand through his hair, as if he is still considering whether he really wants to participate.

Draco rolls his eyes, but his gaze was not quite negative. »Shall we go now or not?« he mumbles, »I'm fucking hungry.«

Theo, who has been calm until now, looks at me and Pansy and raises an eyebrow. »Well, you two girls are always the first to drag us around. So you have to get dressed.«

Mattheo, who has previously held himself in the background, crosses  his arms and glances at me and Pansy. He shakes his head. »Hogsmeade sounds boring. But if you enjoy it...« he says with a crooked grin.

Enzo is not swayed, the fun is practically in the air. »Is everyone coming with me now or do I have to beg you as usual?«

Pansy and I glance at each other.

These boys. By Salazar...

We both grin and push Enzo away from us.

»I'm in, Sarah, what are you wearing?« Pansy grins at me. It is almost absurd how all five boys roll their eyes at the same time.

»Women...« murmur Theo plays annoyed. I get up and push all five boys out of the room.

»We're in. You just have to wait a little while.« I wink and slam the door in front of her nose.

Me and Pans get ready, put on beautiful outfits and after 10 minutes we also leave the door, only to see how the boys all stand in front of the door and look like they were about to tip over with boredom.

We walk together the stony path through the castle and finally outside, where the sun shines pleasantly warm on our faces.

We have to hurry not to miss the first train to Hogsmeade - although of course we don't really do that.

»I hope the boys don't stress us out too soon,« Pansy mutter as we slowly go down the steps.

She walks right next to me, while Blaise, Enzo and Draco goes a little further ahead, probably in an attempt to determine the pace.

»Probably they're just as excited as we are,« I reply, even though I know they are doing it mainly for themselves.

They want to have as much fun as possible, and that also meant that somehow they always have us with them.

As soon as we reach the place from which the path led to Hogsmeade, a wave of warmth and the smell of freshly baked bread and butter beer flows up to us. »Finally!« Enzo smiles, who was already pushing himself through the crowd, »I've been waiting so long for that damn butter beer, for merlin's sake!«

It doesn't take long before we reach The Three Broomsticks, the well-known inn in Hogsmeade.

The door opens with a quiet squeak, and the room greets us with a mixture of laughter and lively conversations.

We go to a table by the window where we take a seat. The boys immediately start calling orders, while Pansy and I set up for the cozy conversation.

»I'm definitely going to try the butter beer, they started using new ingredients.« I say, looking at one of the thick cups. »I haven't had it for a long time.«

»I'll take one too! And maybe some of those sweet pies they have here,« Pansy adds with a smile as she glances around the room.

»Sounds like a good plan,« says Theo, who settles down opposite me, and leans back relaxed. »As always, you just take your time with everything.«

»That's part of the Hogsmeade experience, Theo,« I reply with a smile.

While the boys are talking, I quickly take my owl paper and scribble a message to Harry. I want to make sure he knows we are here - after all, he otherwise behaves like a psycho mom who lost her child.

I then send the owl away to make sure Harry doesn't have any worries while we spent the day.

»I hope your brother doesn't rush in here again and shout your name,« Pansy says when she sees my owl.

»Oh please, that only happened once, two years ago!« I reply, biting back a grin.

Time passes quickly. We drank and ate, talk about what has happened at school, and laughed, while the boys boast a little about how they have masterfully perform  their pranks at school.

It is a pleasant afternoon, and for a moment I can forget all the worries of the last few weeks.

»What do you think will happen today?« Draco asks with a grinning look as he put down his butter beer mug.

»I don't know,« I say with a smile. »But I'm sure it will be relaxed.«

We spend the afternoon enjoying the moment without thinking about anything else – and that is exactly what we all need.

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It is quite dark when we leave The Three Broomsticks and slowly head for Hogwarts.

The night is quiet and the stars twinkle in the sky.

It feels almost surreal to finally be relaxed again after all the tension of the last few days.

»That was really necessary again,« says Enzo and leans back relaxed. »I think that was the first time I could really relax in a weekend.«

»Yes, without any stress,« Theo agrees with him, while he fumbles with one hand in the pockets of his coat.

Me and Mattheo are a little further back, I am just going out the door when I hear a loud boom behind me

He slams into the glass door -

With a sudden, awkward step, he tries to catch himself, but his foot slips, and he staggers to avoid falling into a puddle outside the door.

He quickly looks around, as if to make sure that no one has noticed what has just happened to him.

But I definitely noticed.

I stare at him, grinning from one ear to another as I see him trying to keep his composure.

»No. A. Single. Word.«he threatens grimly and turns to me.

With a wide grin, I stare in his direction.

It was really too hilarious.

He looks at me, his brow frowning slightly, and I can see how he was trying to act as if he didn't just crash against the door.

But when he sees my reaction, it is too late. I am already in full swing, and the others noticed it too.

»Not a word about what?« Theo asks with a smile as he turns to us.

»Mattheo ran into the door–«  it burst out of me as I try to pull myself together so as not to laugh out loud.

»Damn, Sarah, you really are a bitch,« he says, trying to convey a threat to me, but the grin on my face is obvious.

»Oh, come on,« grins Enzo. »It was just a little stumble, who hasn't experienced that before?«

»The dark lord's heir, nothing stands in his way— except a wooden door,« Draco adds.

»Run,« says Mattheo as he suddenly starts running.

I run away and shout, laughing at the same time, desperately. »Oh shit!« when I notice I have no chance of overtaking him.

That is the moment when I completely lost control in the next few minutes – but it is also the moment when all of us are just having fun, and that is rare enough.

The others laugh behind us and all the stress and tense mood was suddenly blown away.

We were just friends laughing at something embarrassing and that is more than enough to relieve us for a moment.

————Hello everyone, I am really sorry if my story is like...cringey? Kinda?

English is just not my first language and it's really hard for me to tell what phrases are used in the english language and what just sounds like nonsense.

Please tell me about your opinion❤️

- xo your shishi 😘