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"Yeah it was." I said, and I got some PJs on, a sports bra, and some shorts, and I sat at the foot of her bed, rubbing my eyes. I was really drunk., holy crap

I smiled and sat up, resting a hand on the small of her back. "You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah.." I said softly. "Parents are just on my mind." I said. "Do you really want to hear what happened to them?" I asked her..

"I don't know if I'll remember it in the morning, but if you need to talk about it, we can." I said, and I changed into shorts and a tank top. I sat back down next to her and smiled.

"I need to tell someone.. I've only told the police at the time, and that's it.." I said softly. "I don't care if you dont remember, I just need to feel some relief.." I said softly, tears filling my eyes.

I quickly wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my lap. I soothingly rubbed her back. "Okay.. Go on, tell me.."

Her lap was comfortable, and I knew with my light frame it didn't bug her much.. I rested my temple on her shoulder, and I played mindlessly with her strands of hair. "I was 15.. My dad and mom were tteaching me how to drive... I was doing pretty well. I thought... And so did he.. So he took me on a more busy road, and... A car came out of nowhere..." I said, and I began to shake.. "I got the pedals mixed up.. I pressed the gas instead of the brake.. They didn't have seatbelts on.. And I killed them. I fucking killed them..." I said, crying softly into her neck.. I felt awful..

I hugged her tightly and I stroked her hair gently. "Shh.. Marzia it's okay.. Shh.. It wasnt your fault.. It was that stupid car. And you were a new driver.. I got the pedals mixed up sometimes too.. It's okay.. I know they wouldn't blame you.."

"I haven't.. Driven a car since.." I said, trying to calm myself, her soothing words soon working, and I got my breathing regular again. "I just feel so bad.." I said gently, wiping my eyes and looking up at her.

I gently touched her cheek. "I know.. It's natural to feel bad, but you have to forgive yourself.."

I looked back at her and nodded. "I'll work on it.." I said softly, looking over at my bed. "I should get some rest, thank you for listening.." I said, having trouble keeping my eyes open.

I nodded. "Okay.." I kissed her cheek gently and watched as she went to bed. I laid down and curled up, turning off the lights.

I wanted nothing more than to stay in that bed with her and cuddle, but I dragged myself to me bed, going into am alcohol induced sleep

The next morning, I woke up with a crazy migrant. I took some medicine and got into the shower.

I groaned in pain , my head was killing me. I hardly remembered last night. It was all a blur, some of it. I sat up and took some medicine and just laid back down, waiting until she was done with the bathroom.

I came out and said,"I'm getting frapaccinos from Starbucks.. Want one?" I asked.

"Sure, sounds amazing " I said, smiling tiredly over at her. "Hey. What did I tell you last night? I don't remember exactly." I said.

"You told me about your parents." I said, and I left and got us java chocolate chip frapaccinos. I came back and handed one to her.

I just sat there when she said that, and I didn't get a chance to say anything more once she took off. "Thank you." I said once she was back. "And for last night." I said

I smiled at her. "Anytime." I replied. I sat down and took a sip, closing my eyes. "I could marry this coffee.."

I chuckled, and I agreed. "Wouldnt that be great?" I said, taking a drink. I think I could marry this coffee as well.

I smiled and sat on my bed, taking another sip. "So..."

"Looking forward to college?" I asked. I knew I was, it being a different country and all. And it's my last year of college, so that was even better

I shrugged. "I guess. I just can't wait to get it over with." I replied.

I nodded. "Me too. I want to be a photographer, very badly.." I said, looking at my case, I still had some pictures I've taken in there I have yet to hang up or do something with. "What's your dream job?"

I smiled and set my coffee down. "I want to be an actress. On broadway, or in movies." I said, shrugging.

"Really?" I said smiling. "That's always been something in the back of my mind, I see you doing it though. It suits you." I said. "Well I'm going to go for a walk. Were we going out to the club again tonight? Or something else?" I asked. I loved the clubbing, and I was getting a hang of the ones here.

I shrugged. "Whatever you wanna do." I replied. I smiled and laid down, taking out a book and opening it.

"Clubbing it is." I said with a wink, remembering the past two nights, us dancing.. It brought a smile to my face as I walked out the door, and I just walked around the neighborhood, memorizing it, taking everything in..

I read for a while, then my parents called and we got in some very heated arguments. "I don't want anything from you! Who payed my way into college? ME. Lesbians can't be successful, my ass! IM being disrespectful? YOU'VE been disrespectful since I came out Lora! Yeah, I just called you by your first name, because you are not a mom to me!"

Before I opened the door, I heard yelling.. I always come at wrong times. I opened the door to see her on the phone, and I just set the small bag down I had, I had got us a couple cookies from a little shop. I bit my lip nervously and I twirled my hair mindlessly.

"Fine! I don't want to come to Thanksgiving! Thanks for nothing bitch!" I hung up and threw my phone against the wall. I noticed Marzia standing at the door and I sat on my bed, my head in my hands.

I grabbed the bag and walked over to her, and I sat by her shyly. "Everything okay?" I asked her softly, touching her leg. "I have a cookie for you, if that helps at all.." I said, then looked at her now brOken phone on the ground.

I nodded and rubbed my temples. "I'm fine, thanks." I answered. I took a bite of the cookie. "Tastes good"

"If you need to talk, let me know.." I said, and smiled slightly when she enjoyed the cookie. "Im glad." I said. "Now here," I said, and handed her my phone. "Give your friends a call, and we all will have a blast tonight, okay?" I said.

I took her phone and smiled at her. "Thanks." I called up my friends and they all agreed to go to the club. "We're going back to the gay club, because quite frankly, getting groped by big hairy men is not fun."

"Sounds good, and agreed." I said, and I glanced at the time. I better start on my hair. I had a ton of it! I ended up curling it into ringlets and I did light makeup, and wore this dress ;
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"Does this look okay?" I asked her, walking out of the bathroom, slipping some black wedges on.

I smiled at her. "You look amazing.. You're gonna have a lot of girls all over you tonight." I said with a slight smile.
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I put on my dress with white heels and I straightened and teased my hair and put on dark makeup.

"I'm going to have girls all over me? Look at you." I said, smiling, eyeing her over for a second or two. Wow..

I chuckled. "You look better. Come on." We decided to take a cab in case we get too drunk and we met up with my friends at the club.