Just for safeties, spoiler alert: PG 13 story ahead. Some references to woo-hoo and homosexuality.

Please enjoy!

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Dear Diary,

I don’t feel good today. Not at all. Physically, I’m hung over. I’m sweaty, I’m thirsty, I’m nauseous, and I hate everything.

Mentally, I’m overwhelmed and really, really regretful.

So I wrote my last entry actually pretty drunk still. Even though the sun was coming up and I thought I was sober, I wasn’t, because I was still for some reason excited about drunkenly bringing Kaz back to my double bed for the sloppiest, (probably least impressive) make out session the world has ever seen. I’ve slept almost all day, which was pretty easy because it’s been rainy and gloomy, but now I’m starting to think that was the worst way in the world to express my attraction for the biggest crush of my life.

I called him up as soon as I could, but he didn’t answer. I really hope he isn’t avoiding me. I left a message telling him to give me a call back sometime today, that I really wanted to talk about what happened last night.

I don’t know if he’ll call back. I really hope he does.

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Dear Diary,

Two entries in one day is kind of crazy, but it’s been an important day, so I thought I could squeeze one in real quick before bedtime.

Right after I finished writing in my journal, Willow came up to me and said she wanted to spend a day together. I told her I was kind of hung over and not really feeling like going out, but she told me she “needed it” today. So we decided to go to a movie and maybe to get a little something to eat.

We saw some crappy comedy movie, which was actually pretty fun. Besides the time I got to spend laughing with Willow over how horrible it was, I really liked being forced to turn off my phone for a couple of hours, because it kept me from checking the phone to see if Kaz had called or texted back. I was able to let go for a little bit, and it seemed as though Willow was more relaxed too.

But she started getting anxious again by the time we ordered our food at the burger place. I had to ask her what was really bothering her. And then it all came spilling out.

I wasn’t the only one who had a crazy night.

Willow and her friend Olga had decided to hang back from the after party. After changing into bikinis “as a joke,” and some real heavy flirtation, they ended up kissing.

“We only kissed,” Willow stressed, “But I’m all freaked out about it.”

And so Willow was mid personal crisis. “Am I a lesbian now?” “Is Olga a lesbian?” “If Olga is and I’m not, could we still be friends?”

And it hit me that this was the kind of moment that my dad was talking about back when Willow was first born. My little sister looks up to me, and needs my help. She is only a few years younger than I am, but here she is looking for me to answer all of these life questions like I’m some sort of ancient holy sage.

All I could do is do my best to answer honestly, and offer my support.

“You were really drunk,” I started calmly, “so I know it’s not what you want to hear, but… who knows? You can’t trust your judgement last night. You need to talk to Olga and figure things out together. Be open and honest, and things will happen the way that they should.”

Willow nodded thoughtfully and didn’t say much until we sat down with our burgers. Then, I finally got an “I think you’re right.”

Over dinner, I told her about my situation with Kaz, and how we were both a little in the same boat. Willow mostly just listened and told me that he’s probably just busy, but I think that was what I needed. It felt good to talk.

Since Kaz hadn’t answered my call and Olga hadn’t answered Willow’s texts, we decided to keep the night going with a quick game of bowling.

We were having fun, but both getting a little sentimental over sharing our boy/girl problems. “No matter what, the Wilde sisters have each other!” Willow said with a little chuckle. It was cute, but it was true. I’ve got the best partner in crime in the world.

So we headed home pretty tired at around 10. And when I open the door, Margaret shouts down from the kitchen that I’ve got a guest.

Kaz.

He told me that he spent the day at his friend’s house with a dead phone. In fact, his phone was still dead, and he had no idea that I had called. He was just stopping by to talk about last night. He’d waited around an hour talking to Margaret about the ghosts and the aliens before I walked in (poor guy.)

So we pieced together the evening. Yes, we were both drunk. He’d been to a frat party before he crashed my place. Yes, we both wanted something to happen last night. No, there was no “Woo-Hoo.” Neither of us really had the coordination or energy to make that happen. But yes, we were both glad that it didn’t happen like THAT.

And yes, there will be a proper date very, very soon.