Waking up next morning with a hangover was really bad. Like, my head is splitting, ouch someone kill me bad. I rolled over and collided with a sleeping Flo.
"Ugh, what?" She muttered blearily.
"Sorry Flo." I sat up and climbed out of the van. The sun hit my eyes and made them water. "Ugh, remind me to never drink again."
"I will, don't worry." Harry was sat on the floor, a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Gimme. Where did you get that?" I said, pointing to the cup.
"The shop. Here." He passed me another. I took a sip eagerly, and then spat it out.
"Ahh, I burnt my tongue."
"Careful, it's hot."
"Cheers genius." I sat down next to him. "Alright, so what happened last night? Fill me in. I didn't do anything stupid right?"
"You danced naked on the top of the van." I almost spat out another mouthful of coffee.
"Of course. I suppose I'd better tell you before you face the inquisition."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, let's just say I'm not the only one who pulled a girl last night." I blushed as a memory shot in to my head.
"Ah yeah. About that..."
"Hey, at least now I know why you're not attracted to me. Didn't really figure you for a lesbian though."
"You're such a big head. There are other reasons for not fancying you. And for yor information, I'm not a lesbian. I'm bisexual."
"Right. Well that explains... well you know."
"No, I don't know. Hello? No memory of last night at all!"
"Well you kissed me when I tried to get you to go to sleep." I looked at him, expecting him to tell me it was a joke, but his face was deadly serious.
"Oh jeez, Harry I'm so sorry."
"I knew you found me irresistable." He winked, and I could tell he was trying to joke his way out of a potentially awkward circumstance.
"Haha." I rested my head on his shoulder and bit my lip. I wasn't really sure how I felt about kissing Harry. He was one of my best friends, and he didn't even care about me being bisexual. But I knew his past with women, he could never commit. I didn't want to just be another of his girls, just because I was curious how it would work with us two. I mean, he was attractive, we got on, but I didn't know how I felt about him. There had been times when I'd felt like kissing him before, but I'd always put that down to a little heightened emotion. I decided to brush it off by returning a joke. "So, was I good?"
"I've had worse. But then I've had better." He winked. I faked an offended look.
"That girl last night seemed to think so." I shoved him.
"Will you shut up about her? She was hot."
"Thought you didn't remember anything."
"It's coming back." I took a gulp of coffee. "Flo is gonna kill me."
"She didn't know?"
"No one did Harry. I think I just outed myself. But you know what? I feel really good." I stretched and stood up. "Now, what's for breakfast?"