We can't hear so much as feel the bass from the frat ish house up the street. Maybe party-house would be a more appropriate title. It's a Friday night. The roomies are hidden away in their various corners. Sara is playing videogames. Victoria is reading. Jessica is likely on yet another netflix movie marathon. Vera is probably actually studying. And Kace might be here, she might not. We never know.

And I'm not doing too much better switching between online comics and an art forum, browsing hippie styled portraits. I can't help but dig dreadlocks.

So the hours are slowly slipping away as we spend our pathetic Fridays alone. It's around 2 am and I've turned out my lights; my computer screen's glowing softly and I'm nearly asleep, my eyes drooping and I'm sprawled on my bed.

BAM BAM BAM

What the?

I shoot up from bed in a panic.

BAM BAM BAM

It's the front door. I spring out of my room and rush across the living room, my heart shooting out of my chest.

I slam open the door and this stunning girl is standing there, her face glistening with tears, the mascara clouded under her eyes, which only makes her look prettier.

"It's you! I'm so glad!" She hiccups and launches herself into my arms. "I think maybe I had too much to drink? And I can't go home? I'll sleep here."

I'm panicked. She wants to sleep here? I don't want her here! She's definitely not sleeping in the living room- so that leaves-

"Your room…" she's muttering sleepily. Sidestepping me, she stumbles toward my room. I'm rooted to the spot. There's no way I can tell her no, go back to the party that made you cry. But I don't want her here either!

Finally the frigid breeze brings me to my sense and I shut the front door. Inside my room she has pulled a blanket over herself. She's on my bed.

Again, rooted. I can't sleep in bed with her! I don't even know her! She must be seriously drunk though. It takes a few moments, but her sniffling is soon changed to the soft sounds of regular breathing.

Looking at her, I sigh and pull out the yoga mat I've never used and an extra blanket from the closet. I lay down on the floor. I can't sleep for awhile though. I keep getting more and more nervous. Why is she crying? Did something happen? Is she going to throw up in my bed?

Finally, at about half past four, I feel myself disappear.

Too soon, the light's in my eyes and the discomfort of the floor wakes me up. It's not one of those mornings where you wake up disoriented. I am totally aware that I've been sleeping on my floor all night. That a drunk hysterical girl took my bed. And I'm not feeling too altruistic about it.

I hear the creature stirring on my bed. "Erm…" And then a yawning voice. "Where am I?"

A yawning, decidedly male voice.

I shoot up from the floor and find myself backed against the wall.

She- he? sits up and starts to grumble. "How could I fall asleep with this on?" He pulls off the wig.

Ohmygod it's a boy. A boy. slept. in. my. bed. How could I let a boy sleep in my bed? MY BED? A BOY?

He looks around blearily. "Oh yeah! I remember now! Hippie girl let me stay the night! It was a wild party. I haven't had that much fun in ages."

Fun? She'd been crying- he'd been crying! A guy dressed as a girl had been sobbing at my door last night.

"What do you look so astonished about?" He suddenly seems to notice that I'm pasted to the wall and well, um, unable to move.

I blink rapidly, taking in the scene. His makeup is smeared, his clothes wrinkled, light brown chin length hair falling out of a ponytail.

"You're a guy?" I finally choke out

"Oh? You didn't know?"

How could I have known? When would he have told me?

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