Revisiting past lives
The Good Place, 8932 Bearimys later
Me and Rosie are staring at the screen in the living room, from our comfortable snuggling position of the couch, a mug of hot chocolate between my fingers as we rewatch our favourite memories. Mine is playing currently, the event being my scandalous first kiss with a boy in the bike shed at high school. The thing about watching one's memories being replied in exactly the way they happened leaves more room for embarrassment.
And as my younger self approached that boy, a skinny kid with glasses whom I liked rather a lot but my parents hated, mum always said he was too stuck into his sports. She was worried I wouldn't get into college if I had a boyfriend so I had to hide in the bike shed.
Rosie's smiling and chuckling a little, she looks over at me and chews on the end of her thumb, the skin flaking and soft where she's been sucking at it. "He's not even cute, Mi." She says, I feign a gasp and grab at her waist for a few tickles. She squeals and throws the blanket off the both of us to clasp my waist.
"And you Rosie Lee, are gay as fork and so how would you know?" I ask cheekily, smirking as I tickle her further and make various sounds of pleasure explode from her mouth.
"Well clearly you had no taste back then and were actually a raging lesbo." She replies, her tongue poking out at me as she roasts my past decisions. I recoil, sitting up a little and crossing my arms over my chest. "Baby?" She asks, and I have a fake my annoyance to walk over to the side of the room and flick the remote to show us her first kiss. That's the point at which her hands come up in front of her face and she shrieks in embarrassment.
I sit back down beside her and kiss her cheek lightly before giving her a squeeze and peeling her hands away from her eyes. "Raging lesbo, my ash." I whisper, and she chuckles, as we watch her awkward attempt not to enjoy kissing a very pretty girl in a game of spin the bottle.
"Oh god, this was so awful." Rosie says crawling up to me and nestling her head in my shoulder.
"But you look like you're enjoying it." I reply, smirking, watching as she awkwardly spun the empty beer bottle around her friends and seemingly landed on the only other girl in the circle. "Oh and you're telling me that wasn't on purpose." I say, and she looks up dramatically.
"Yes. It was." She says, "I didn't want to land on her because I had this huge crush and then everybody would know somehow by the way I kissed her." Then little Rosie on the screen was leaning towards the other girl's mashed up and cringing face. Mind you, watching a memory from someone's perspective is odd because the screen goes blank for the kiss time that their eyes are closed, so all I could react to were the squelching noises and the faint steps of Rosie as she quickly made herself scarce from the situation.
"Aw, that one was cute. I forgive you for the complete roasting of mine." I say quietly as I feel Rosie's cheeks brighten and heat up against my cheek. She squirms a little until I confirm that movie night is over and we can cuddle up in bed now.