Whew. It's been awhile since I've done much updating. My new promise: I will update at least one story a week. I won't make any garunteesa bout which story will be updated, but I'll post at least one chapter in one of my six stories.

Please don't get bored with me. I know I must be driving some of you crazy with my inability to update chapters but my ability to start new stories. I'm sorry! No more stories... I promise.

Ok. This is a kind of iffy chapter. I don't really like it but it something that I needed to happen and so I kind of needed it. Think of it as a day in the life of a college kid. Eh. It's definately not one of my favorites. In the next one though, we'll get to meet my Harriett and Jane Fairfax. I like both of them so I can't wait for that.

My Knight in Shining Spandex

About last night…

Every weekend is basically the same as the last. At least during the fall.

On Friday I have a bio lab until five. I come back to the house and Jules and I watch whatever movie seems to strike our fancy. Kade and Brant make fun of us as we blubber on and on about the male lead in whatever movie we just watched. Then Jules and I spend about two hours getting dressed to go out. Normally we pre-game at our house with a couple of other friends while Kade and Brant sulk and get all moody and tense about whatever game happens to be the next day.

After we are sufficiently drunk we go to the bars. Kade and Brant drive, since neither would ever think about drinking the day before a game. Eventually, they both get fed up with us and our drunken antics and force us into the car and back to the house. If we have an away game, Jules and I do this entire thing without the company of the two whiniest football players of all time.

Every Saturday we wake up with sufficient headaches and bruises in weird places from doing god-knows-what the night before. We drink lots of water and take lots of Advil. Then we dress in tiny little sundress and anything else we can find that has the colors orange, blue, or green. We don't just wear t-shirts. This isn't that kind of school. If it's a home game we hit up the tailgates on University Street and, due to a little thing called the Shampoo Effect, end up just as wasted as the night before within the first five minutes. As two of the lucky few with student seats we eventually drunkenly wander into the stadium with the assistance of whatever friend of ours takes pity on us. And that's the extent of the day that we actually remember. We wake up, normally on the sofa, Sunday morning and spend the entire day untagging all the embarrassing photos of us that people have posted on Facebook while Brant and Kade explain to us the stories behind each and every bruise and an all too in-depth play-by-play of the game we don't remember.

If it's an away game, we usually veg-out on the sofa and watch the game then go out to the bars afterward. I have to put up with Jules's worries about every little hit that Brant takes from the game. It isn't nearly as exciting. We like to travel to a lot of the away games.

But luckily, today just happened to be a home game. I rolled out of my bed, true to form, and groaned searching blindly on my bed stand for the water bottle that Kade always leaves out for me after a tough night. Eventually I located it and, with my eyes still squeezed shut I chugged it down. It wasn't as cold as usual. That meant that I'd slept later than I was supposed to.

There was the slow thump of someone wandering down the hallway and twenty seconds later Jules swung open my door with a groan and wandered over to my bed. She held two water bottles. We both drank one in utter silence.

"I don't remember a single thing from last night," she whispered as she tossed her bottle aside and curled up under my comforter. She was freezing cold and I made sure she didn't touch me. I was nice and toasty.

"I think I remember dancing with Brian," I sighed, my face screwed up in concentration. I had the oddest recurring image of Brian Hams, the leading tackle, and I dancing before Kade came in and carried me out of the bar. That seemed impossible. Why would Kade's face have been as angry as I remembered it? It just didn't make sense.

"Ah," Jules face lit up as if a realization. She winced. Must have been a painful realization… "I think I remember that. Brian Hams, eh?"

I screwed up my face again, trying to remember the details. This wasn't the first time Brian had showed up in one of my vague memories. It seems as though anytime I'm drunk and vulnerable he seems to show up. Interesting. Kade still seemed very angry in my memory. I wonder why…?

"Should we get dressed?" Jules asked softly as she studied my confused expression. "We've probably missed most of the good tailgating, but if we get moving we can probably get a couple of beers."

I sighed. "Ugh. I hate early games. We need more prime-time games."

Jules rolled me over. "Get up sleepy head. Kade would be very angry if you missed his game."

I didn't understand. Jules had been kidding about Kade being angry; Kade never got angry about anything. My vague memory flashed to mind again. Why was Kade angry? Kade was never angry. It really didn't make sense.

"Can I wear your orange polo dress?" I asked as she ripped my quilt off me.

Jules thought about it momentarily. "Only if I can wear your polka-dot one."

"It's too short on you," I pointed out.

Jules smiled wickedly. "That's why I like it!" She rushed out of my room and came back moments later with the polo dress. I loved that dress. What Jules didn't know was that after today I had absolutely no intentions of giving it back.

Jules tossed the dress to me and I rolled out of bed to put it on while she skimmed through my closet for the polka-dot dress. She pulled it out and pressed it against her. "Hot, right?"

I nodded and smiled lightly. If only Brant knew the things his girlfriend did when he wasn't around. Nothing bad! She just… she's quite the exhibitionist.

Jules scowled and whipped the dress at me. "Yo babe? What's wrong with you? Are you going to be sick?"

I shook my head. "No, I just keep having this nagging memory. You don't think I did something stupid last night, do you?"

Jules shrugged. She obviously had fewer memories than I. "Would it have been a successful night if you hadn't?"

I rolled my eyes. Uh-oh. I rushed to the bathroom and curled myself around the toilet. I suddenly felt very, very sick.

It didn't matter what had happened last night, it was obviously and quite literally out of my system now. I sat down on my tile bathroom floor as looked at Jules who stood worriedly in my doorway. I smiled. I didn't have to think about it now. It was done, and since I'd just flushed the toilet, gone. I stood up and began to rinse my mouth in the sink.

"I feel much better now."