A Night I Will Never Forget
Back in January, my best friend’s parents were out of town, and I was staying the night at her house. It was supposed to be a fun, carefree weekend just the two of us hanging out like we always did. But something had been on my mind leading up to that night her brother.
I had the biggest crush on him. He was good-looking, charming, and had this way of making me smile even when he wasn’t trying. I’d been hoping that maybe, just maybe, something might happen between us while I was there. Nothing serious, but enough to act on the feelings I’d been keeping to myself.
That night, after my best friend went to her room, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I lay there in the guest bedroom, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he might feel the same way. The idea of sneaking to his room crossed my mind, just to talk, or at least that’s what I told myself.
Finally, I worked up the courage. Quietly, I slipped out of bed and tiptoed down the hall. His door was slightly ajar, and as I got closer, I could hear something that stopped me in my tracks. Moaning.
At first, I froze, not entirely sure what I was hearing. Then, I recognized the voices. My best friend’s voice. His voice.
My heart dropped.
It took a second for the realization to hit me: they were together. Her and her…
