An alarm? This early? Is it early? It’s too early for my pounding head.

Fuck, this isn’t my room. What the hell happened?

“Morning, sunshine!”

Who? What?

“Miki?”

“No, it’s your sister. OF COURSE IT’S ME, BAKA!”

“What’s…where…”

“Don’t tell me you forgot, Aiko!”

…

“Ughhhhh. Well, we had so much fun yesterday that you had some rum yourself…and then…hehehe.”

“What.”

“Well…”

Oh no. No.

“No.”

“Yes. Four times.”

I can’t blush any harder without breaking a blood vessel.

“What day is it?”

“Saturday.”

“SHIT I’M GONNA BE LATE FOR CLASS!”

“No you won’t. You already missed it.”

“WHAT?! WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU WAKE ME UP?!”

Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww my head.

“You were too hung over to go. And besides, you looked so cute sleeping.”

The last part I don’t mind. It’s the fact it had to be accompanied by a stump noogie that irks me.

“You make the cutest faces, Aiko-kun!”

She then jumps onto me in the bed. I’m so happy for her that she’s not feeling any ill effects. Believe me. But as long as I get to hold on to her, I’m happy. I’ll give her a quick peck on the lips.

“MMmmm, Aiko-kun. I…I need to tell you something.”

Oh god. What have I done to make her look like I’ve run over her dog?

“Wh-what?”

“I don’t know how to tell you this, so I’m gonna come right out and say it.”

Please no. I’m not ready for this. Please no.

“You need to brush your teeth.”

“AAAA! You ass!”

No matter how I swipe at her with the pillow, Miki still has that cheeky grin implanted on her smooth mocha face.

“So, what’s going on for today?”

“Today? Hell, half of me is still surprised you’re here.”

“What? What kind of way is that to talk about someone you care about?”

“Care about? When the hell did I say I care about you?”

“Y-you…”

Oh no. She never said it? Fuck. Fuck fuck doublefuck.

“I…I just met you, Aiko. I mean…”

“Then…then what does that make me?”

*mnfaejee*

“What?”

“The eighth girl I’ve hooked up with on campus.”

Suddenly, I’m over my hangover and Miki.

“So you lied to me just to get in my pants?”

“What the fuck did you expect in the first twenty four hours? Marriage and a picket fence?”

“N-no, but…”

“But what? You think I love you just because I fucked you? What are you, an erotic maniac?”

Erotic maniac? Erotomaniac? She needs to stop using words she does not know the meaning of.

“Love is not sex, stupid. At least, not to me.”

Miki, you heartless cunt, you have no idea how hard I’m struggling to not smash your face into a wall.

“So uh, yeah, you wanna…leave or something? Like now?”

I can barely put a coherent sentence together in all my anger.

“Telling me about your father…that was all just a line? Something to make me vulnerable?!”

“I…I don’t know what that was. That’s never happened before. Nothing you need to get tested for.”

“What?”

“Force of habit. So…yeah. Go away. I’ll see you Monday, maybe.”

I can’t get a word in edgewise as I’m shoved into the hallway, half naked. She could have at least let me get dressed. Sucks that I’m on the floor above her, though.

What’s that? Footsteps. Oh shit. RUN RUN RUN GIRL RUN!

“Aik-WAHAHA!”

The mass of pink I just missed coming up the stairs in my sprint must have been Misha. But the way she said my name…

“Are you ok, Misha?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Just a nose bleed.”

Poor girl. But no time to worry about her. My ass is freezing on these stairs.

“SEEYOUMONDAYMISHAIGOTTAGO!”

“Y-yeah…you…you do that….wa-ha, wahaha…”

She sounds so tired. I hope she gets some sleep. Crap, I don’t have my key. It must still be in Miki’s room. Back down I go, I suppose.

“Alright, Misha, old girl, it stopped bleeding. You’ll be fi-WAHAHA! AIKO!”

Oh my, I must have startled her again.

“Sorry, Misha!”

“S-sorry?! This is the best day I’ve had in a long time!”

Um…ok, note to self, give Misha some space. But first things first.

“MIKI! I NEED MY KEY TO MY ROOM BACK! I THINK IT’S UNDER YOUR MATTRESS AFTER LAST NIGHT!”

“~Last Night? Aiko-chan and Miki? WAHAHAHA!~ *THUD*”

The mound of pink has fallen to the floor in a giant puddle of bloody drool. At least I think that’s drool. Stay classy, Misha. Something comes from under the door. My key. That bitch. She can’t even face me directly. But at least now I have what I need. Another sprint upstairs and I make it back into my room with…with only one casualty.

Something about the whole episode strikes me as odd, though. By all accounts, I should be furious at Miki for lying to me just to fuck me. But that bit about her dad and how that never happens. It’s like there’s more to her than she wants to let on. On some level, maybe she actually connected with me and felt secure around me. There’s only one way to find that out, though.

“I’m gonna have keep fucking Miki until she breaks!”

*Thud*

Hmmm? Someone at the door? Oh goodness, it’s Misha! She must have come back to apologize for seeing me earlier. Looks like she’s out cold. What to do…

[---BRING MISHA INTO YOUR ROOM---]