A/N: So here's the new story and this one is from Avi's POV unlike the last one which was Kirstie's. I hope you enjoy...
Chapter 1
January 1st 2013 – First Time
It must have been about three in the morning when Kirstie sat down next to me on the couch, a devious smile on her face. I smiled back out of courtesy.
Soft snores could be heard from the tall blonde on her other side, I don't know how long he'd been asleep but Kevin had gone to bed as soon as midnight hit. As for Mitch, I think he went to the bathroom half an hour ago, I could be wrong though because I may or may not have had a few drinks.
But none the less, Kirstie is sitting there and smiling at me, hey look, she has a drink in her hand too, but I don't actually have one in my hand now. I should fix that. I move to stand up but Kirstie places a hand on my chest, efficiently keeping me in my place.
"Stay," she whispers before she starts leaning in towards me when she tips her drink up all over me and we both jump up. There is red all down my pants. Note to self I will always wear black pants from now on.
She drops to her knees by the coffee table, grabbing the tissue box and pulling out a handful, I didn't even know you could do that, but then she starts to wipe at my pants, moving up and up. I don't make a move to stop her and she certainly doesn't stop herself. I mean these pants have to come off right? I can't wear stained pants.
Kirstie stands up and takes my hand leading me off to my bedroom.
I never thought this was where the night would go.
I wake up with a pounding headache, this is why I don't drink, the only exception was because it was New Years and sometimes I find other exceptions too it's actually pretty easy when Kevin's always the sober driver. Last night though was at our place and I barely remember midnight, way to go Kaplan.
I don't want to open my eyes, like I'm awake but as soon as I open my eyes I'm really awake and there's a good chance I didn't close the curtains last night. I can sort of see light through my eyelids and it's bright so I'm now very sure I didn't shut those curtains. Damn it.
My eyes shoot open when my blanket just about gets pulled off me to the right, there's a person in my bed, this is my bed I don't share my bed, it's basically law. I glance over to see Kirstie and frown, she'd pulled the blankets in her sleep, but why was she asleep in my bed. Was she too drunk to go home? Then it hit me, or well the air did, I'm naked.
I don't sleep naked it's uncomfortable and what if there's a fire, do you really have time to get dressed? I could never warrant the risk.
And yet here I was… naked… in my bed… with Kirstie.
Next question: is she naked too or have I become a stripper drunk? Either option is probably not good.
Her shoulder is bare, I can see that much, her long hair is covering the strap region, so I don't know if she could possibly be wearing a singlet, or maybe, hopefully a bra to save me some embarrassment.
My face suddenly heats up and I have to look down to make sure I was covered, I was, I should have been able to feel the sheet, what's gotten into me?
I run my hand down my face with a sigh. Was it a bad thing if me and Kirstie slept together? I know there's always been a mutual attraction there, it was unspoken but we'd always pushed it aside for the sake of our band and our same group of friends. Because what if something went badly and we messed it up for everyone else? And we both knew that, I knew we did, even if we'd never actually said it to each other.
I know this wasn't a mistake though, at least not for me. This was bound to happen at some point, so now at least we can explain it away to the guys as a drunken thing, I will never ever say mistake though, because it's not. I just need to make that very, very clear.