Hey guys! I've never done anything like this before, but I decided to enter a Pride Month FanFic contest on the Vocaloid Amino (Join it! It's so fun!) and figured it would be just plain unfair to not post my entry here too. Basically, this will be a short, four chapter story, one chapter each week of this month. I'm super excited to switch things up, and celebrate Pride Month 2018!

Yay! Here we go!

My head felt as if someone was inside of, trying to drill their way out. I groaned. I rolled over, squinting heavily at the sunlight that now filed into the room. My vision was hazy, but I was able to make out the features of the room around me. I recognized it instantly. We were in Ia's apartment.

The events of the night before played through my head instantly. The girl's night out, my "I'll only get a little drunk" promise to my friends, the taxi, the club. And, most vividly, Gumi's… drunk escapades.

The four of us had decided we needed a break from work, Miku, Ia, Gumi, and I, and we had definitely had the break we needed. Last night was… crazy.

I pushed myself up into the sitting position. I used to my free hand to rub my eyes as my eyes scanned the room. All three of my friends were passed out around the room; Ia buried under blankets on her bed, Miku curled into a ball in the recliner, and Gumi and I cuddled up on the floor.

My sleepy eyes fluttered down to the green-haired girl. She was curled up in the fetal position only inches away from me, a light blanket laying discarded on the floor next to her, and her hand pulled up to cover her mouth.

I sighed, leaning over her to grab the blanket from the floor behind her. I draped it gently over her shoulders. She didn't move. Her gentle expression remained as her shoulders slowly rose and fell in her sleep.

I looked away. I had to. The alcohol wasn't the only thing sending my mind wild.

I slowly pushed myself off of the floor to stand. My legs were a little shaky, but nothing I couldn't handle. As the first one awake, it was my duty to take care of everyone else. And they would definitely appreciate a warm breakfast for their Saturday-morning hangover.

The door creaked only slightly as I exited the room. Ia's apartment was a bit messy; we had probably hung out here for a while last night before we finally passed out.

Ah, geez, I thought to myself. I barely remember getting here last night. It made sense that we came here, though. Her apartment was only a few blocks away from the club we had decided on.

The fridge was stocked, I was unsurprised to see, and it wasn't hard to pull out a pack of bacon and a dozen eggs. Arranging the stove and the pans, the sound of sizzling bacon soon filled the otherwise silent apartment.

"Rin?" Miku's voice sounded behind me.

I turned over my shoulder. She was still dressed in her outfit from the night before. So was I, in fact, only now, my shirt was wrinkled, untucked, and a few of the buttons were undone. Nothing to be concerned about, thankfully.

"Morning!" I chirped, flipping a spatula full of bacon.

Miku caught sight of the breakfast. "Girl, you spoil us."

I shrugged. "I had the pleasure of being the first one up. It's my job."

She sat at the counter and leaned forward on her elbows. "So," she began, a smirk on her face. "Last night, huh?"

I immediately turned my back to her. "Shut up," I muttered.

"Oh, come on. Don't be like that."

"Please, just, shut up."

"Do you think she'll remember?"

I let out a huff, and didn't respond.

Miku took a deep breath behind me. "Do you… want her to?"

I stirred the eggs. "I just… don't want to talk about it."

"Why not?"

The girls all knew I had always preferred girls over guys. It wasn't a secret, really. Not anymore. I'd been out to them for almost a year now, though I had known this about myself long before.

Because she didn't mean it, I thought to myself. I couldn't bring myself to admit this to Miku. "I just don't."

"It's not good to keep things pent up like that." I looked over my shoulder to see her arms crossed on the counter. "You need to get it out."

I shook my head, loading a plate full of eggs and bacon. Two pieces of toast popped out of the toaster, and I added those to the plate before I plopped it down in front of Miku. "Here."

Her face brightened. "Dude, sweet." She attacked the plate like a hungry lion.

Anything to get her to stop questioning.

"Good morning, ladies!"

The voice that haunted both my favorite dreams and my worst nightmares echoed through the apartment. Standing in the doorway was Gumi, her green hair still messy from sleeping on the floor, and Ia, who's tired eyes glared at the cheerful girl and her… lack of a hangover.

"It's, like, six in the morning," Miku muttered with a face full of food.

Gumi's curious eyes danced over to the clock on the wall. "Nuh huh, it's ten." She pointed comedically at the digital clock that sat on one of Ia's side tables.

Ia pushed past her, her eyes falling on the breakfast Miku was devouring. "Where's mine?" She asked. Out of the four of us, Ia was the only one who had changed into pajamas before bed.

My eyes followed Gumi as she hopped over next to them. "Hm? Breakfast?" She grinned. "Rinny! You shouldn't have."

I chuckled and turned my back on them. Her use of my pet-name made me blush, and I turned to hide it. "I'm working on it," I told them, a tinge of annoyance in my voice.

I could almost hear Gumi's shoulders slump behind me. "Aww, is Rin cranky today?" She mocked.

Another smile rose to my face. She couldn't see it. "I'm hungover, and the sun is really bright, and I'm hungry."

Stools scraped the tiled floor as Ia and Gumi sat down with Miku.

"Well you're still a good cook," Miku told me as she threw her fork on her plate.

I gave her a sly smile over my shoulder. "Thank ya."

"So," Ia yawned. "How was everyone's night?"

I loaded up two more plates, and turned to set them down in front of Ia and Gumi.

Gumi's eyes gleamed with joy. She dug in with the same force as Miku.

"Crazy," I replied to Ia. I widened my eyes for emphasis, and hesitated them on Gumi for a second too long.

"How so?" Miku taunted me. She knew exactly 'how so.'

"Crazy in like, I remember nothing about it." I gave her a joking smile, but shot daggers at her with my eyes.

Ia laughed. She knew nothing about our unspoken quarrel, only Miku remembered that from last night. "Well I," Ia began. "I finally got that bartender's number!" Finally, she was beginning to wake up.

"Ooooooh," Miku and Gumi sang in perfect unison. Giggling, I turned back to my cooking.

"I broke my record," Miku chimed in. "I had eight shots before they kicked me out of my seat."

One egg was enough for me. I cracked them into a bowl as I replied. "You seem so proud to be slowly destroying your liver," I joked.

"I'm here for a good time, not a long time." She stood, and set her dishes in the sink next to me.

Gumi swallowed. "I made out with someone."

The spatula slipped from my hand onto the floor. I yelped, startled.

"Rin?" Ia called out from behind me. "You okay?"

Miku was looking over at me, concerned, yet understanding.

"Y-yeah!" I stammered, picking up the plastic utensil. "The, uh, the grease popped on my hand."

Shit, she remembered. No, no, no, no no-

"Who was it?" Ia asked excitedly.

There was a pause. Against my free will, I slowly looked over my shoulder at Gumi.

The gears were turning into her head. She was staring intently at her half-finished breakfast, her mind clearly somewhere else.

"...I don't remember." She finally answered.

I didn't know whether to yell out a victory screech, or burst into tears.

Ia laughed. "You don't remember? How drunk were you?"

She shrugged. "I dunno. I just remember, like, pinning some dude up against the wall by the bathrooms." She laughed with Ia.

Miku turned to face them, chuckling along. I let out a deep breath, and closed my eyes. Pinning up? Yes. Dude? Nope.

"Did you get his number?" Miku asked.

I scooped up the final plate. Suddenly, I wasn't feeling hungry anymore.

"No," the green-haired girl replied. "Even if I did, it could be anywhere."

The stovetop was turned off, the dishes were in the sink, the ingredients were cleaned up, and I had run out of excuses to stay out of the conversation. I took a bite of my food as I turned to face them. Miku still leaned against the counter next to me.

"Was he hot?" Ia probed.

A huge grin spread across Gumi's face. "Okay, that I remember."

"Good or bad?"

"Very, very good."

This time, I choked on my food. My plate landed on the table with a loud clang and I attempted to dislodge the lump of bacon from my throat. I felt Miku hit me hard on the back, and I swallowed properly the second time.

"Wow," I panted. "Today is just already not my day." It was the only excuse I could think of. "I should probably just, like, g-go home." My eyes frantically looked for something to stare at other than Gumi.

"What?" Gumi pulled the puppy dog eyes. "Why?"

"I just," Agh, why is it suddenly so hard to talk to her? "I don't feel good. Hangover part two. I really should just go." The short sentences came out of my mouth like word vomit.

Ia shot me a concerned look. "Are you sure? Do you want me to drive you home?"

My car was parked in one of guest spots outside of the apartment. "No, no. I'll be okay." I eyed my barely-touched breakfast. "And, uh, you guys can have that."

To both my dismay and my delight, Gumi's eyes lit up once more. "Yes! Seconds! I call it!" She pulled the plate towards her before anyone could object.

After some searching, I was able to locate my jacket and my purse (thankfully containing all the items I had put in it the afternoon before), and speedily walked out the door. I gave everyone a pretty half-assed goodbye, which I felt a bit guilty for, but I just had to leave. Ia and Gumi had continued talking about Gumi's 'Prince Charming' from the night before, and I couldn't hear it anymore.

The second I slumped into the driver's seat of my car, my phone rang. It was a text from Miku.

Hey girl, look what drunk me took a picture of? Thought you'd want it.

Attached to the text was a dark, yet unmistakable picture of the familiar hallway to the bathroom in our favorite club, featuring Gumi with her disheveled hair, shirt sleeve falling off her shoulder, her back to the camera as she pushed me up against the wall, kissing me.

Gay Rin is so fun tbh. I'm loving this. Thanks for reading! Happy Pride Month :)