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Story: Birthday Wishes

Prologue: Starting it off with a bang

I woke up with a start, pain radiating throughout my entire body and the running of the bulls taking place in my head. I took quick stock of my body: Fingers? Check. Toes? Check. Virginity? Hmm, seem to have misplaced that.

I sat up gingerly, feeling tender everywhere. Muscles I never knew about were suddenly making their presence known, and they weren't happy campers. I smiled, or at the very least grimaced less, when I saw the tall glass of water and the pain killers on the night stand. My Casanova was gone, but at least he hadn't quite bolted without any thought to me.

I look around the room as I wait for the pain killers to kick in. Medium, nondescript, as if anything of personal value had been removed, which I know it had been. The only real indication of who used to live here being the several posters of semi naked women and one single poster with a motorcycle on it. I knew this room well; I should given how much time I'd spent here.

I slowly walk over to the dresser against the wall, pausing in my quest for clothing only to glare at the bottles of Jack and Rum on top. Pulling on a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt, I'm sure I look ridiculous, swimming in my outfit, but I don't care. It's my standard sleepwear when I crash here, so no questions would be asked. Besides, it still looks better than my little black dress, crumpled and discarded in the corner at some point during the night.

I sneak down the hallway to the bathroom, hearing at least one person downstairs in the kitchen. I try to tidy myself up, post drunken sex is not a look I wear well. My brown hair is the messiest I've ever seen it and I'm practically crying as I try to brush out all the knots. I brush my teeth three times before I feel like my mouth is even close to clean, thanking God that there are always multitudes of extra tooth brushes kept here. As I stare into my grey eyes tinged red, it slowly starts to sink in.

I had had sex. I was no longer a virgin. Thanks to a drunken one night stand, I had made years of waiting pointless. I wasn't waiting for marriage, or my true love, but... I was waiting for something. Maybe if I'd known what exactly I was waiting for, I would have been hyper ventilating in someone else's bathroom years ago. Maybe, just maybe, I would have at least been able to remember it.

I try to pull myself together; I can freak out once I get home. For now, I have to pretend that all is well and go downstairs to enjoy the breakfast I know is waiting for me. I can come to terms later with the fact that I'd lost my virginity to the guy who's always been like an older brother to me, a best friend. I may have always had a slight crush on him, but I never expected anything to happen. I was never more than slightly annoyed at the multitude of women he'd openly been with. Later I could come to terms with how I'd spent my first few hours of my newest year. For now, I had breakfast.

As I started down the stairs, it hit me.

Holy shit.

I'd had sex.

With Jax Teller.

Happy birthday to me.