George and Lisa told us we could all sleep in the basement together like we used to when we were in third grade. Mickey and I had met Heather and Jordan in second grade, who didn't know each other then. Mickey wasn't too fond od the idea that his father had planned, but he had already blown up the matresses.
Mickey's basment had a cream colored carpet, an entertainment area, with pool, video games, a T.V., and three couches; a loveseat, a three-seater, and a one seater. The whole other side was a library, the meditation room, and a bathroom.
"Okay," said George, "you sleep however. But remember..."
"Yeah, yeah... no sex. We don't have beer and drugs down here," said Mickey.
"Thanks, George," I said politely. He smiled.
"Yes, thank you Mr. Montogmery," said Heather politely.
"Call me George," he said. She looked at him, confused.
"Uh, nevermind," said George walking upstairs. Lisa came down and said good night. It was exactly one o'clock in the morning.
"Ok," Heather said, "how do you guys wanna sleep?"
We all looked at her.
"Look," she said, "I'm sorry. For everything. Mickey, I'm sorry. Mel, I'm sorry, too. And Jordan..."
She walked toward him and kissed him.
"Do you forgive me?"
He kissed her, this time.
"Is that a yes?" she asked.
"Oh yeah," he said falling onto the matress kissing her.
"Oh, God," said Mickey, "they call us gross."
"I'm gonna go change," I said grabbing my bag as I walked into the bathroom. I took off my tank top, and put on a t-shirt. Then I took off my shorts, and put on my sweat pants. It would get freakin' cold at night. I had my hoodie, just in case. I walked outside. Mickey was already laying down on his matress, texting. He really loved to text. Heather and Jordan were giggling under one blanket. Eeew...
I plopped down by Mickey and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me, his body pressing against my back. I could feel his heart beating on my shoulder, his stomach breathing heavily. His minty breath was blowing on my neck. He kissed my neack and very soon I was asleep.