A note

The sunlight streams onto your face from a crack in the blinds. By its power, you are risen! You raise yourself up, hoping to move faster than the tiredness. But then your muscles remind you how much you did yesterday, and you flop back down.

So, this is what it feels like to not be a virgin anymore.

Honestly, you were expecting more fanfare. Though time stopping could be considered fanfare. Now, as the Saturday sunlight lit up your dusty room, it all felt so still. So normal. Like a hundred Saturdays before. Except… huh.

You roll over, expecting to find a just as tired Ava, but instead, you feel a crinkling. It’s a note, written on a torn scrap from one of your billions of unused artbooks.

‘Morning handsome,

Or evening, I dunno what schedule you’re on. You sleep like a log dude.’

You had a chuckle to yourself, and read on.

‘I had to go to training. The instructor gets pretty anal about tardiness, and no way am I mopping floors all session. I did try to wake you, but as mentioned: log.

Anyway, last night was a lot of fun. Your family’s so sick, your mum even gave me a milkshake before I left. I wanna see you again, so my number’s at the bottom of this here note. Gimme a call, and maybe we can go see a movie tomorrow. I hear they’re making a fifteenth Fast & Furious, and I don’t know about you, but those movies are hilarious.’

True to her word, the phone number is scrawled beneath her handwriting. To be honest, you’ve seen toddlers with cleaner penmanship. You double check that the 8 isn’t actually a 1, and then enter it into your contacts. Then you flick her a quick message.

'Hey there hot stuff, it's your boyfriend, David.'

You thumbed the phone, reading and rereading the text.

You had a girlfriend.

In all the supernatural tom-fuckery you hadn't even taken a moment to think about that! Holy shit, everything was different! I mean… not that different, but you could have sex now! You just had to ask your girlfriend. Oh man, that felt so nice. You just sat on the bed for a while, repeating the world 'girlfriend' and grinning from ear to ear.

"Yooo, you busy?"

You just about fell off the bed as the incredulous tone entered the room. You crawled along the floor until you could see the door frame, where your sister was standing.

"Can I help you?"

"No, no, I was enjoying listening to you muttering like a crazy person."

"Well you know me. Highly respected crazy person."

"Riiiiight. Your girlfriend's cute, careful I don't steal her," your sister said, flashing a wicked grin.

"I'll tell mum."

Her smile dropped like a rock, "you wouldn't dare."

"Try me biiiiitch."

Your sister stepped forward, raising an arm as if to take a swing at you. You leapt to your feet, doing your best impression of a kung fu stance.

You both stood there for a moment, before collapsing into fits of giggling.

"Ok, ok, ok, look," she said, pushing her purple hair out of her face. A gift from mum's side of the genetic tree, "I actually do need your help."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, my cycle's not working, and I need to get to work. Can I borrow your car?"

"What'd you do to it? How'd you get home last night?"

"It was fine last night! Throttle's just not working right, I can't get the damn thing to move," she shook her head, "Amos said he can fix it, but he's not gonna be here until he gets back from his camping trip."

"Oh man you're fucked huh?"

Beth crossed her arms, "name your price dickweed. There's no way in hell I'm taking the bus."

"Suck my dick."

"Ooh, spicy words from the virgin."

"Not anymore."

"Oh yeah, almost forgot. Still, virgin's more a state of mind."

"Right, that sounds like an excuse."

"Excuses, moi? Perish the thought," she sniggered. She pointed at your computer set up in the corner, "maybe I can buy you a nice webcam. You can send her allll the unsolicited dick pics you like."

"Hey, don't you try to rope me into your weird fetish," you grinned back at her, planting your ass back down on your bed and crossing your arms, "you'll have to do a lot better than that."

"Fine, fine. What do you want? For real this time."

You thought for a moment. Then another. You thought back to yesterday, with mum. In the kitchen. How you'd just waltzed in naked, and then… you had to know. A blush spread over your face, and you looked at the floor.

"I need you," you took a deep breath, clenching your fists, "I need you to take a look at something. I-I don't want you to tell anyone, just… tell me if it looks bad. Okay?"

"Jesus dude, go to a doctor?"

"I… I don't want to. Or I will, but… look, just look at it, okay? Then I'll help you."