You go to the bedroom to hang out

You and Emily head to your room. You can't help but look at her butt in the shorts she is wearing as she walks in front of you. Your mind casts back to everything that you've done recently.

To think, it started out so innocently.

The two of you crash on your bed and you fight the urge to hug her, worried that she will think you are coming on to her and reject you.

"How are things?" You ask trying to figure out the most neutral way to start the conversation.

"Okay," she replies. "Well, no, things are a mess."

It is almost a flood of relief that she is able to be honest with you in person.

"I am so sorry for everything." You say, starting to tear up. "I am such an idiot."

"Yeah," she laughs, some tears appearing in her eyes. "You kind of are. But like I said, I didn't say no."

You hug fiercely again, you feel energy transferring from her to you, and it strengthens you for the rest of the conversation.

"What do we now Emily?" You ask. "Are things bad at home? You can move in with me if you need space."

"Oh babe, thank you so much." She gushes. "I've felt so fucking lost, I've not even spoken to Jack about it."

"I will always be here for you." You declare. "No matter what."

"Even if I fucked your dad?"

You pull from the embrace with a start and look at her in shock. She cracks a half-hearted laugh:

"That was a very clumsy joke."

You both break the tension by laughing honestly.

"You bitch." You snort wiping the tears from your eyes. "But for the record, even if you had fucked my dad, I would be there for you."

"Well, thanks, that means a lot." She says more soberly.

The two of you lie on the bed, playing with each other's hair and looking into each other's eyes.

"So, tell me what has happened in the house since, you know." You allude to the 'event'.

The event, very funny Hayley, you and your best friend fucked the shit out of her dad together.

"Not much, I told you most of it in the texts." She pauses and then lights up. "Oh yeah, I think Mom knows."

"What makes you think that?" You ask. "Is she mad?"

"No, the exact opposite, she has been really touchy, like not motherly touchy, in the last couple of days." Emily says. "And it is freaking me out."