I had had my job at the coffee place for a month when Slit asked me to come to his apartment. He said that his brother wouldn't be there, and that we could do whatever we wanted. We had just been friends for the past while, but he winked at me when he said "whatever we wanted to do", so I figured out what he wanted and decided to stay at his apartment for the weekend.

When we got there, I soon realized what I had gotten myself into. He had tons of alcohol, cigarettes, and what looked like other drugs around. He sank into the couch and turned on the TV, and I followed suit.

"I really like you, you know that?" he muttered.

"Same to you," I replied, and came closer to him.

"Mmm," he sighed, and lay down. It was late; we had both had a 8-12 shift on Friday night.

"Miranda?"

"Uh huh?"

He wordlessly got up, took my hand, and led me to what was presumably his room, with a double bed and a huge CD player. "So, couch or bed for you?" he asked, winking.

"Depends…" I knew I wouldn't mind sleeping in the same bed as him as long as sleeping implied sleeping and not other things.

"I know what you're thinking," he said, and smiled. "I'm tired, you're tired. The bed it is."

Now, that kinda freaked me out, the way he knew what I was thinking. But I watched, wordlessly, as he took off his shirt and pants and boots, leaving him in just his boxers, and got into his bed. I just stood there. He watched me, and suddenly we both realized that this would be awkward. I took off my skirt and fishnet tights and boots, which left me in a T-shirt and underwear.

Beside him in bed, I looked at him. His pierced stretched ears, his pierced eyebrows, the lips with the ring on the bottom left, and I realized that I was in love with him. I imagined him kissing me, his lip ring leaving a metallic cold feeling.

His eyes were closed and he was such a BABE BABE BABE that I couldn't keep my hands off him. I gently moved his hair out of his eyes and snuggled up to him.

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When I woke up the next morning, he was already awake. We were both on our sides, facing the right, and my back was tucked up into his chest and his arms were around me. The blanket was wrapped tightly around both of us. He was gently nuzzling my neck to wake me up. Grunting, I rolled over, facing him, and snuggled my head into his chest, and closing my eyes again. I opened them only after he ran his fingers up the back of my neck, around, and up my face. I couldn't help it, it sent shivers down my spine. I reached over and kissed him, wrapping my arms around him. We were, I guess what typical people would call it, "passionately embracing", so involved that we didn't hear his brother come into his room and go, "Shit, Slit, who's that?"