She woke up in his bed, In his shirt. Flashes of the night before crossed her mind. Lips meeting, moans, words they would never say to each other in the daylight. He was probably the only one who knew the real her. The secrets she kept. She wouldn't call it friends with benefits. They didn't particularly get along. Their parents were friends, and they were forced to be around each other a lot whenever he was in town. Technically he lived in Vancouver, but he is an actor and films a lot in Atlanta which was only 45 minutes from where i live. Which is another reason we can't be seen in the daylight, that and my parents. Just because they love the parents doesn't mean they love the kid. Plus, they don't even know me and if they did, they would hate me and probably blame it all on him or my friends even though I was like this long before them.
