finally.

My eyes felt swollen. It was as if someone punched me and I had two blackened eyes, but I didn't. My head felt like there was a concussion growing with all the pain it brought. My throat felt dry and a disgusting taste rested in my mouth.

None of that mattered though. When I felt something stir next to me in bed, my hangover dissolved. I had had a one night stand. I had lost my virginity, and I did not remember last night at all. I slowly pulled up the sheets wrapped around me.

Wondering why I didn't feel the throbbing pain between my legs my friend had spoken of when she lost her's, I checked under the covers. My clothes seemed to be untouched. Maybe I didn't have sex? Remembering there was a sleeping body next to me, I turned my head towards their face. He was no other then my best friend, Sebastian. I couldn't help but felt a little giddy. I knew he wouldn't have had sex with me. He had respect for a women's body. He was a self-proclaimed virgin and believed in waiting for the right girl.

I watched as the sun hit his backside. He was shirtless and probably only wearing boxers. Realizing I was starting to ogle his body, I decided to get out of bed. I observed my surrounding and found myself in his bedroom. "Oh trusty Sebastian, what would I do without him? He had probably saved my ass," I thought to myself as I went into the bathroom connected to his room.

I splashed water on my face a few times before taking some mouthwash I knew he kept in his medicine cabinet. I poured some into my mouth and began to rise my mouth of the vomit and alcohol from the night before. As I gurgled and rinsed, I felt hands touch my waist. I rested one of my hands on top of one of Sebastian's as I finished up my tidying up. "Mind if I shower here?" I asked still feeling a little groggy and grossed out as I looked into our reflection in the mirror in front of us. He smiled signaling a yes.

"Sure, take your time. I'll catch a few more minutes of sleep." I gave him a kiss on the cheek as I turned around being between his body and the sink. He looked amazing first thing in the morning. His messy hair gave him an adorable look that I couldn't resist kissing his cheek again. He gave me a sheepish look before existing the bathroom. I watched his toned back as he walked away before closing the bathroom door. I turned to open one of the closets in here to grab an extra towel I knew he had.

Two showers later, we were sitting in his kitchen eating. He sat across from me on the island. "Where is everyone?" I asked. His house seemed to be deserted.

"Out," he said taking a bit out of his omelet. I was amazed that he was skilled enough to cook an omelet unlike me, who could not survive in the kitchen alone. Thankfully, cereal existed at my house.

As we ate, I thought about last night. What happened? Sebastian was acting a little different this morning. I knew sharing a bed was going to be awkward seeing how we had never slept together in a bed. "So, what happened last night?" I asked nibbling on my bottom lip nervously. He shrugged.

"You got drunk. Threw up a few times, and I couldn't take you home. You were mumbling something about getting in fight with your mother. So, I called her up and let her know where you were.

You were sleeping in the guest bedroom, but then a thunderstorm scarred you. You came crawling into my room. End of story." I nodded remembering briefly what had occurred now that the puzzle pieces began to fit.

"Thanks," I said getting out from my seat and going to the other side of the island to hug him. He smelled like his body wash, which I tried to engrave into my mind. A scent I wanted to keep forever.

I jumped into his lap as I heard a boom go off in the distant. Another thunderstorm had sprung up on us. I put my head into his chest as I snuggled into him. He played with my head and tried to calm me a little. I looked up at his chin as a sudden discovery began to hit me. It was like the storm had awaken me. I rose from his lap and took his hands, dragging him outside.

He gave me a look of wonderment that asked if I was crazy for wanting to be in the storm. I smiled as I wrapped my hands around his shoulders. His hands automatically connected with my waist. I looked into his eyes as he looked down at me. Before he could open his mouth to ask what was going on, I kissed him. I couldn't believe I was blind to see what was in front of me the entire time. In my defence, I wasn't looking, but he had awaken me enough to make me. I wanted to be with him as cliché as it was. He was Sebastian my best friend. He was always there for me. He had helped me through all my troubles. He had talked me out of committing suicide. Never once had I heard him ask for anything in return. He had always put me first. He cut his friends off when they didn't accept me. He cared, and I loved him for it. I didn't want him, I needed him. He was what kept me sane, and I never wanted to let that go.

He kissed me back. If it was even possible, our grips became tighter. We became closer. Our ribs hit each others, and the rain pounded down on us. It was refreshing how our clothes just dissolved, well it felt like it.

A car in the distance beeped, and somehow we managed to hear it. We pulled apart a little to look as his drive away. It was a challenge with all the water droplets resting on our eyes lashes, so we wiped them away with our wet sleeves and saw my mother in her car. "I guess I should go," I said.

"Yeah," he said. I began to fully pull away, but he pulled me back for one last kiss. He wasn't embarrassed like I was that my mom was watching. I hit him playfully as I felt him smirk into the kiss.

"Bye," I said shyly waving as I walked towards my mom's car.

As we drove away, my mom talked about all the trouble I was in. I tuned her out, but one thing caught my attention. Under her breath, she muttered the word "finally".

an: it's my favorite kinda day. waking up to a thunderstorm. the trees swaying, and the sky wishing the clouds away after hugging them for what seems like forever. ahhh summer storms.