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Penny For Your Thoughts

We get in the car and Sammy is just staring me down. 

"What?!" I ask. 

"What happened in the bathroom?"

"Well  I was casually minding my own business when he knocked on the door. I didn't know it was him. I told whoever it was that I would just be a minute and they clearly didn't get the hint and kept on knocking. So I got a bit of an attitude and opened the door, there he was. He gently pushed me back into the bathroom. Kissed me and the next thing I know he's got me on the sink, pants down, and giving me the best orgasm of my life with his mouth. That's it"

"Holy s**t. You mean your only orgasm right? Logan looks like he'd be boring in bed." She wasn't wrong there. But maybe it's because we were inexperienced. Damn, Amelia, stop defending him. He was inexperienced, look at how many women he hooked up with behind your back when you two were together. Ugh, snap out of it. Stop making excuses for him. You are better than that.

"Yes my only orgasm. And he was. It was all about him. Never about me. But holy f**k Sammy, I saw stars, my ears rung,  and it was f*****g amazing," 

"That's an orgasm alright. I am so happy for you," Sammy says smirking.

I light up a cigarette and just inhale as long as I can. I needed a cigarette after that. 

"Well I think we need drink to that," Sammy says laughing.

"Indeed."

I drive us to Sammy's house.  Before I get out of the car I grab my overnight bag. I need to change from the bottom down because my clothes are soaked in a good way.

"I need to freshen up before we go." I say

"I'm sure you do, hurry up I am ready to get drunk."

I quickly head into her bathroom and clean myself up. I change into a white laced thong and a pair of black leggings.  I reapply my deodorant and my red lipstick. 

"Okay I am ready," I say.

"Sweet let me grab my purse and we will head out the door."

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We head inside after getting our I.D's checked and hands stamped. 

Walking up to the bar, I order a s*x on the beach and Sammy orders a slammer. I pull out my phone to text Heather and see when she's going to get here.

Me: Hey, we just got to Hell's Inn. We are going to be sitting my the jukebox. So come find us when you get in here.

H: Okay, I'm changing out of my work clothes. I'll see you guys in about a half hour.

M: Eek!! Yay! Can't wait to see you! Love you

H: Love you too! See you soon 

"Heather should be on here in about a half hour," I say to Sammy. 

"Awesome, let's play some music." 

We go up to the jukebox and start going through the songs we want to listen to. We decide to listen to music that we used to listen to back when we were teenagers, when life was simple. We pick "What It Takes" by Areosmith, "Hand In my Pocket" by Alanis Morsette,  "Head Strong" by Trapt, and "Rehab" by Bartender. 

What It Takes is Sammy and I's jam.  Sammy decides to pull up Snap Chat and record us singing What It Takes, 

"Tell me that you're happy that you're on your own Tell me that it's better when you're all alone

Tell me that your body doesn't miss my touch Tell me that my lovin' didn't mean that much

Tell me you ain't dyin' when you're cryin' for me" 

Sammy posts the video as we giggle. I light up a cigarette and inhale. I needed this. A night with my best friend, no boys, no drama, just friends hanging out like old times.

"God I love that song," Sammy says

"Me too, remember when we saw them in concert?!"

"Hell yeah that was amazing!"

Those memories were of a time before boy crushes and all that. We were young and having the time of our lives. Life was simple. Now life is complicated. I don't want it to be complicated. I want it to be simple. I want to be happy. I thought I was happy but my happiness was all lies. Maybe I just need to find myself again. Find out who I really am. What I really want in life. Yeah that's it. I need an epiphany or some s**t.

"Don't you dare go all Debbie Downer on me now Amelia." Sammy says to me.

"Sorry just got lost in thought for a moment. I'm okay now." I say. She knows me better than that though. When I get lost in thought it's usually not a good thing.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Sammy said.

"It's- nothing. Just thinking about us all growing up together. How simple things were before teenage years and boys. I guess I just missed this. I feel so guilty for leaving you girls behind. For just writing you off just because Logan didn't want me to hang out with ya'll. He is such a piece of s**t. He always said you were a bad influence and he didn't like the way you were around guys. That he wouldn't be able to trust me when I was with you. But it turns out that he was the one that I shouldn't have been around . He was the one I shouldn't have trusted. I should have listened to my gut. I should have listened to you."

"You wanna know the real reason why he doesn't "like" me?" Sammy says

"Yes," 

"Because he tried to get me to f**k him and I wouldn't because you are my best friend. Listen, I know I have not been the best friend that you deserve. Especially with the Henry situation. I knew I hurt you and I wish I could take all that back but when Logan threw himself at me, I was disgusted. That was my redemption. So yeah he probably filled your head with s**t so I wouldn't tell you and so you wouldn't believe me if I did. But I thought you should know especially now that it's over you are far better than that piece of s**t .YOU are worth more than that."

"Wow, what a bastard. I love you. Thank you for being so honest with me," I say to her. Still kind of stunned that he would have the audacity to do that to me. To stoop so low and try to f**k one of my friends behind my back. I wish I had known this sooner. But would that have changed anything? Probably not because I was so head over hills for a guy that I thought was head over hills for me. I would have done everything for him. But I cannot do that again. I will not do that again. Logan is a f*****g loser and I hope he gets the clap.

"Okay, lets do some shots!" Sammy shouts excitedly.

I haven't done shots since we were like fourteen and stealing vodka from my parents.  

"Okay!" I say nervously. I have feeling I won't be remembering much of this night.

Sammy goes up to order while I sit at the table and wait. 

"Heyyyyy!!" I hear and it's Heather. Oh thank God she's here! 

"Yay!! You finally made it." I say giving her a huge hug. 

Sammy comes over with three shots of this green liquid. 

"Okay ladies, this is to us. May we never get our hearts broken again. May we find love and orgasms. And May we kick ass at everything we do!"

"Cheers!" Heather and I say, taking the shot. Wow this is strong but it's like a fruity strong. It takes like a lime flavored soda but alcoholic.

"Woooah!!" Heather shouts. 

"Guess what Amelia did earlier Heather."

"What'd she do," 

"Got all hot and steamy with Tristan in a bathroom!"

"Shut the f**k up! How?"

"He apparently owns the restaurant that we went out to eat at.."

"Well that definitely sounds like fine dining," Heather laughed.

"Oh my god," I say embarrassed. I wish Sammy knew how to keep a secret. I didn't want the whole world to know about me slutting it up in the bathroom of a pizza joint.

"I think we need some more shots for that," Heather says getting up from the table heading over to the bar.

When she comes back she says, "Cheers to Amelia slutting it up,"

"Cheers," Sammy and I say. I don't contest. What I did was pretty slutty but it won't be happening again. I need to start respecting myself more than this. If my parents found out what I've done, I'm pretty sure they'd lose their s**t. They are all about keeping a reputation. I can't even curse around them for Christ Sake's. 

Shot after shot and everything is becoming a little fuzzy. I know we danced, sang, and took shots. I can barely keep my head up at this point. I shouldn't have taken all these shots. Everything is turning dark. What is happening? And how are we getting home? God I really f*****g did it now. Drank myself into a dark abyss. Afraid to wake up and face the outcome of what our night of excessive drinking as done. f**k.