The first semester seemed to go by pretty quickly, and it was soon time for break. I decided to stay at uni over the break, not wanting to go back home for only a week. I also had no idea what I was going to tell my family about my decision to become human, and I had no idea how to act around them like nothing had changed. It was easiest for me to just avoid it for a week.
Rose and Faith decided to stay too, Rose’s family living quite far away. I wasn’t sure why Faith was staying, but it was nice to have both of them around.
I had done well in my exams, passing very easily, and I didn’t have to worry about study for a week. I was ready for my party week.
On the Friday after exams finished, we had a party at our place.
The party got wild and there was a lot of streaking. I’ll admit my part in it. It was a lot of fun.
It did, however, end with the police breaking us up.
However it ended, I was looking forward to the next party.
Said next party was the next day, and I was invited along by someone from my class. Rose and Faith weren’t going, but I was going, and I was going to have a great time.
It was apparently a pool party (not that I noticed any pool) so I dressed in my bikini and even put on sunglasses even though they weren’t needed. May as well get into the theme.
I did drink a lot, and I discovered it had an interesting… side effect on me. I was already a fairly flirty person, it came extremely natural to me, but it became extremely pronounced while drunk.
Making out with a few people was actually really enjoyable, and I did note through my drunken haze that I much preferred making out with the girls. This didn’t bother me, really, and I was way too drunk to actually think about it.
The rest of the party was great, and I was glad that I hadn’t gone any further than making out with anyone while I was drunk. I’d have hated to go any further while drunk.
The party wasn’t quite as crazy as the one we’d had at our place the night previously, but I made my way home, still drunk, and apparently quite loudly because when I went to start up the stairs Rose was standing there.
“Can you be quieter?” Rose asked tiredly, “Faith and I are trying to sleep.” I didn’t say anything as I stared at her, before leaning forward and kissing her.
Rose pushed me away with a lot of force, not that it sent me very far, and I looked at her with wide eyes.
“I’m sorry!” I exclaimed before running back up the stairs and getting into bed. I was still to drunk to properly process what had happened, but I greatly regretted it in the morning.
I had a long sleep, and in the morning had an awful hangover that I knew I deserved. I had completely destroyed my whole friendship with Rose. This was a disaster.