Last night had to be the most ridiculous night of my life.
I still couldn't believe how it escalated so quickly. One moment, we were having a slumber party with movies and snacks, Jamie complaining about the film choices and the next, I was lying stiff on the bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to very clear sounds coming from somewhere down the hall.
From a slumber party… to listening to my friend and his mate doing it.
"So annoying," Jamie hissed beside me, his voice sharp and irritated.
I turned my head slightly to look at him. He looked terrible. Dark circles sat heavily under his eyes, and his hair was a complete mess, like he'd run his hands through it a hundred times out of frustration. He definitely hadn't slept at all.
I, on the other hand, didn't feel annoyed.
Embarrassed? Yes. Extremely. Awkward? Definitely. But annoyed? Not really.
