Quiet indeed

When you arrive back home Megan is nowhere to be seen. But that's nothing new, it's a nice Friday evening so she's probably out at a party or something. You drop your stuff and your room and quickly change out of your stained clothing and into some comfy sweatpants and a random shirt with a geeky logo. Which you realise is an accurate description of 90% of all shirts you own.

Grabbing your laptop you move to the living room, drop onto the couch, turn on both the TV and your laptop and with thoughts of what happened earlier still racing through your mind you try to relax by half watching some random game show while also surfing some random websites and social media.

With a loud bang you jump up, launching your laptop off your stomach and your glasses off your nose. You must've dozed off without realising but now you were under attack. Under attack by the loudest, drunkest, most dangerous person you know. Drunk Megan."AL! WHERE ARE YOU?!" "I'm right here Megs, stop yelling!" "AL!!!" After the short exchange Megan storms at the couch and jumps over it, you can barely safe your laptop and glasses by moving them away before Megan lands on top of you. "Oof!" you exclaim as Megan's full weight hit's you in the chest and stomach. As you try to grab your glasses and put them on Megan is holding you tightly and speaking into your chest, muffling everything she says into an unintelligible jumble of noises. You try to pry her off you so you can actually hear what she's saying, but then you remember that she's a sporty jock and you're a weak nerd. You instead try your words by tapping her on her head and saying "Megs, I can't hear a word you're saying, can you come up for air for a second?" in response she goes completely silent which kinda creeps you out, but then she rolls off the back of the couch and instead turns 90° and is now laying flat on top of you, face to face. "Al?" she asks, an unfamiliar tone in her voice. "What is it Megs?" you're starting to worry, you haven't seen her like this in a long time, last time she was like this was when she got dumped by a boyfriend a couple years back. She says nothing for a moment, her eyes darting around your face and you can clearly see the gears turning in her head as she's thinking about something.

Suddenly she breaks the silence and says "The party sucked... Can we do something fun? Please?" You look to the side at a clock you have hanging on the wall. "Something fun? At 2 in the morning? No. We're going to bed-" "Oh Al, aren't you getting frisky!" "....We're going to sleep and we'll do something fun when we wake up." "Aaaahw..." She gives you large puppy-dog eyes. You let out a heavy sigh and give in, "Fine, we can do something, what did you have in mind Megs?" "YAY~!" She yells in your face, giving you a quick peck on your cheek and then she jumps off you and the couch, almost tumbling onto the coffee table but she manages to steady herself.

"Let's go have a sleepover!" Megan says, which slightly confuses you. "What do you mean sleepover? We LIVE together!" "No silly! I mean we go to one of our bedrooms and just lay around in our PJ's and chat and do girly stuff and things!"

You're very confused, drunk Megan has always had stupid and/or silly ideas, but those usually ended in her wanting to go out and get more drinks which you'd then talk her out of and get her to watch TV or a movie or just go to bed. But she wanted to just hang out and talk? This is the second, maybe third time EVER she had come up with an idea you'd actually like.

"You know what, sure. Let's put on our PJ's and just have some nice chats. Who's room will we-" "Party in Al's room! WHOOW!" Megan intersects and then speeds off to her own room. You grab your laptop and go to your own room. As you put away your laptop you slide out of your sweatpants, which makes you basically ready for the sleepover. Megan bursts into your room wearing only underwear which seems to be of a strange kind of "sporty-lingerie" which was a combination you didn't even know existed. "Megs, those can't be comfy can they?" "Comfy enough, also I feel pretty when I wear them, and that's just what I need today! Stop being a party pooper Al!" she tries to give you an angry look, but the goofy smirk in combination with the angry eyebrows just make her look weird and you can't help but smile.

"There she is!" Megan says as she crawls onto your bed with you. "Now, what should we talk about? School? Guys? Girls? Family? Sex? Games? Movies? Ourselves?" "Did she just say sex? Too forward Drunk Megan!" you think to yourself before answering with "How about you pick one to start with, we have all night to chat about stuff." Then you proceed to find a comfortable position on your bed while Megan does the same.