Notes: So here is the deal...

Darcy -the Darcy we love so -has drunk a bit too much and slept with her best friend. Oopsie. (Come on, we've all been there).

Every new chapter will bring a new possibility of who this best friend might be. They'll be one shots and they're not connected. There's this first chapter that will work as an introduction to the whole thing, everything else is completely separated.

Did I explain this right? Does it make sense? hahaha Sorry if it doesn't.

This is the introduction, let's see how it goes.

This is rated M for sexy times and Darcy's dirty mouth.

XxX

The Morning After

Shit! Fuck! Fucking shit! Motherfucking shit from hell!

This was a calamity, an apocalypse-level of calamity. This was the worst possible thing that could happen to a girl.

God, this fucking thing sucked major hairy balls. (Luckily for Darcy she was on her apartment, because if she was anywhere near Hill, she would be getting an advertence for excessive use of foul language).

Darcy tried to take a deep breath and calm the fuck down, but it wasn't fucking easy! So excuse her if her language wasn't fitting for the Buckingham Palace right now. How was a girl supposed to react in the morning after of doing the stupidest thing on her life? Like… Let's see… Fucking her best friend?

This was so messed up! She probably broke all codes of bro-hood around the world. They were not fuck buddies, so this was not the kind of situation where sex with a friend was okay.

Not that she thought that sex with a friend was ever okay.

Not that she thought there was something wrong with other people having sex with their friends. It was not for her, that's all. She loved sex, but she liked her sex to be committed.

And now she was justifying herself to her own brain. This was pathetic.

What Darcy really should do right now was go back to her bedroom, kick him out, then leave the country for good. That was a solid plan, expect for the fact that he was the kind of guy that would probably hunt her down and find her in less than 24 hours. Which was probably why instead of going there she was hiding in her kitchen, staring at her coffee maker.

She had to do something. Something mature and classy that showed that there were no hard feelings, she had to backpedal quickly to convince him that a stupid mistake didn't mean their friendship had to end.

God, don't let their friendship be ruined.

Darcy could take anything but that. They were friends, great friends, best friends. That was what she believed at least. Why did she have to go and screw it up with sex?

Like great sex, earth shattering, multiple orgasmic, mind blowing sex, but sex.

"Stop it, Darcy!" She ordered herself. She was panicking for nothing. They had to talk, they had to remain friends.

It was going to be okay.

"Darcy?"

She was doomed.

Notes: Curious yet?

I'll see you all next year with the first beau.

I wish you all Happy Holidays. It doesn't matter what you celebrate in the end of the year, I just hoe it's full of love and you have the people that really matter with you.

See you all next year!

xoxo