What are best friends for?

With Amy's arm slung over your shoulder, you help drag her giggling, trashed ass back to your dorm.

"And then I was like, NO THE MANGA WAS BETTER!" she exclaimed, followed by a fit of laughter. For a moment you couldn't decide if you were more disturbed by how happy of a drunk your room mate was, or that he was a closet weeb.

Creaking open the door to his room, you open it the rest of the way with your shoulder. Making your way over to the bed and throwing the giddy blonde onto the mattress you let out a sigh of relief. Looking down on the drunken girl, you shook your head. "What a night," you say. "Or lack of one for that matter," still bitter you had to leave so earlier. Turning away, a voice from behind halted you before you left the room.

"Oh, Jess," Amy sang in a slurred tone, sitting up on the bed.

"What?" you snapped.

"I've got a secret to tell you," she said with a cheesy smile.

"A secret?" you reply already having your fill of drunken stupidity.

Amy shook her head.

Actually, this might be pretty good. Maybe you'll learn something you can use against him later. Purely to mess with him of course. "Well what is it?"

"I have to whisper it to you," she said cupping a hand around one corner of her mouth.

Rolling your eyes, you decided to play along and walk back over to the edge of the bed. "Spill it," you say leaning down and putting your ear against her mouth.

Before you knew it, Amy took you head in her hands and pulled you into a kiss. "You're really pretty," she smiled.

With your brain fried from what just happened your unsure of what to do.