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She could feel something was going on but she was too tired to bother, so she started getting ready for work. As she opened the closet to choose her outfit, she came across the clothes she was wearing the night before, scrambled in a corner and flashes from came running back to her mind: she could not help but smile.

John had grabbed her hand and had dragged her on the dance floor. They had danced casually for a few songs, laughing when the beat sped up and trying to keep up with the rhythm: he was an amazing dancer. When the band started playing a slow song John grabbed Mel’s hand and pulled her close, hands carefully resting on her waist. He wasn’t usually that bold, but something in that girl was screaming hold on to me and don’t let me go.

“Are you ever gonna tell me your name?” he said hiding a smile.

The girl chuckled and put her hands on his shoulders so that they could be even closer.

“Melissa” she looked up at him, smiling “but everyone calls me Mel”

“That’s a beautiful name, Melissa” God, he could not stop smiling.

She loved how he said it “Now your turn”

“John” he replied, still smiling.

John took a moment to acknowledge how perfect she looked in the shallow light of the bar: her hair was a little messy, because of all the dancing, and her eyes sparkled with excitement as they swayed through the dance floor. They had only seen each other two times and yet he felt like he had known her for a lifetime: it was amazing how they had just clicked.

And Mel had never felt that way around someone. Every time she met a guy she always analyzed the situation in detail before committing to something. Maybe that was why she had never let anyone come that close: there was always a ‘but’. The thing was: with John, everything made perfect sense, even if they did not know a thing about each other. They had just clicked.

And that’s why after staring in each other’s eyes for a few seconds, they both leaned in for a kiss: it was gentle at first but as they dove into it, it started heating up and a pleasant warmth spread among their bodies.

They hadn’t realized the band had played at least two more songs, while they were lost in each other’s eyes. Freddie was thanking the audience, as the other band members had begun packing their instruments.

“Hey Mel, you want a ride home?” Mel pulled back, flushing in embarrassment as she saw Brian appearing in her sight. He looked amused.

“Uhm no thanks I’m good” she smiled quickly, mouthing him to piss off.

“Okay, see you at home” he said winking at her and giving John a pat on the back.

John was grinning at how embarrassed Mel looked and when she realized it, she lightly smacked his shoulder, giggling herself.

John walked her home and for the first time, they learned some details about the other’s life. John was from Leicestershire and he moved to London to study electrical engineering at the Chelsea College. She told him she studied physics and that she left Cornwall to move in with her brother as soon as she started uni. While walking she scribbled her number on a piece of paper she had in her purse and gave it to him “We might not be lucky enough to casually meet a third time” she said grinning at him.

When they arrived at her building, Mel wished she lived twenty more blocks down the road so that they could keep talking.

“I guess that this is where we part” she said shyly looking up at him.

He smiled and leaned closer to kiss her one more time, before forcing himself to let her go inside and head home.

Mel was still floating in those thoughts, while sipping her coffee and smiling, when someone snapped their fingers in front of her, waking her from her daydreaming.

“Well do you look pleased,” Brian said, reaching for the coffeepot “I knew you liked dancing along to our songs, but who knew you loved them that much.”

She scoffed “You know what? Normally your sarcastic comments would annoy me but I’m such in a good mood that I won’t let them bother me”

“Oh God I’m losing my powers” he replied bringing a hand to his chest acting shocked

She laughed and waved him goodbye, before heading towards the door to go to work.

The sound of a door slamming woke Chelsea, who opened her eyes lazily, still confused about what was happening. The light of the sun warmed her skin and she felt the soft material of a blanket caressing her naked legs and arms. At that moment she jumped on the bed, as her heart started pounding: she wasn’t at home… and she wasn’t even wearing her own clothes!  

She squeezed her head, trying to remember how she had ended up there; blurred memories of the night before flashed in her mind and the last thing she remembered was the lips of that blonde guy on hers. She flushed at the thought and got up, heading towards the door and silently sneaking out of the bedroom.

She walked slowly, following the hallway, while thinking about something to say to him. She stopped right in front of the kitchen, where a tall, skinny, brunette boy was reaching for the sugar in the cabinet. Chelsea felt dirty, at the thought of what she possibly could have done in the state she was: she was probably so drunk, she had ended up with him too.

“Good morning, do you want some coffee?” his voice was calm and nice, his green eyes were sincere. He squared her body and she tried to cover herself, realizing she was only wearing a long, grey t-shirt that barely covered her butt.

“You can consider yourself lucky. That’s Roger’s favorite shirt, he doesn’t usually share it with the girls he takes home for a one-night stand” he said to Chelsea, as he walked towards the sofa. He sat down and stretched his legs on the coffee table, while with his long fingers he started to flip through the pages of a newspaper.

Chelsea was so confused and instantly turned around, hearing the noise of a door opening. The blonde guy of the night before came out of the bathroom and approached her with a flirty smile.

“Good morning, honey, did you sleep well?” he asked, putting his hand on her lower back. Chelsea followed him with her eyes, as he headed to the fridge. She cleared her throat and finally found the courage to speak.

“I–I don’t remember much… anything, actually… and I’m quite scared at the moment” her voice cracked, as she gazed both of the boys that were now watching her. The brunette stood up and, putting his long arm behind her shoulder, he whispered in her ear that everything was okay. The blonde guy quickly reached them both and pushed his friend away, taking Chelsea’s hands into his.

“Hey, don’t worry hon’. Nothing happened. You’re just a little confused, but I’m sure you’ll clear your mind in a few moments” his voice was low and his blue eyes calmed her down. Chelsea studied his face and noticed that he was even more beautiful than the night before, now that his hair was brushed and he wasn’t all sweaty. She nodded and slowly walked away, headed to the bedroom.

“I think it’s better for me to go” she said, hoping he would not follow her, but realized she was wrong when she heard the door closing behind her back. She searched for her clothes under the bed and heard him laugh. She turned around, with an angry look on her face. Now that the fear had disappeared, she could feel anger growing in her chest.

“Give me my clothes, Robert”

“I’m Roger” he chuckled, visibly entertained by her attitude. She rolled her eyes.

“Robert, Roger, it’s the same! I asked you where my clothes are!” she sat on the bed, knowing that her knees were shaking because of the mix of emotions she was feeling in that moment. Roger leaned his back against the closed door and looked down at her, always with a grin on his face.

“They’re in the washing machine” he finally replied. Chelsea raised an eyebrow.

“Why?” his cocky smile was driving her mad. She sighed loudly “Please, tell me what happened because I swear to God: I can’t remember anything!” she let out a heavy breath, almost begging him to tell her the truth.

“Fine. You agreed to come home with me to shag, but you were completely wasted, so, being the gentlemen that I am, I refused to have sex with you. You were begging me and, in the exact same moment as you entered the bedroom and sat on the bed, exactly where you are right now, you threw up all over your clothes. I had to undress you, wash them and, while you were mumbling something in the hot bathtub, I had to clean the floor. Then, I helped you dress up again and gave you one of my shirts, my favorite one by the way, and the rest it’s history” Chelsea was left without words, as she felt more and more sucked into a vortex of embarrassment.

“I’m terribly sorry for that… I’m not that kind of girl”

“Don’t worry, I’ve done worse. But I must admit you were pretty funny, saying non-sense things while being all clingy on me” he chuckled and Chelsea flushed.

“Please, I don’t want to live it all again” she covered her face with her hands, while Roger was laughing out loud because of her tone “at least you got to see me naked, not that it was a great view anyway” she joked.

“You’re right, it was more than great” he instantly replied. Chelsea felt an uncontrollable heat expanding in her body before she remembered it was Saturday morning and she had to go to work.

“What time is it?!” she almost shouted, as she stood up.

“It’s half past nine, why?” Roger had an interrogative face.

“Shit! I’m late for work!” Chelsea started to look around her, panicking “I need some clothes! Do you have something you can lend me?” Roger immediately approached the wardrobe and extracted a floral, black and white blouse. She nodded and took off the grey t-shirt. Roger gazed at her whole body as she stood there, in her underwear.

“Trousers? I don’t think yours will fit me!”

“Don’t worry, you can take a pair from my sister’s closet. Her room is-” Roger hadn’t even finished the sentence, that Chelsea was already running out in the hallway, entering the next room.

She took a pair of black trousers that luckily fitted her and ran out of the room, finding Roger with her purse and her jacket in his hands. She grabbed everything with one hand, while with the other she was trying to put on her shoes, jumping around. Brian tried to contain the laughter, while looking at Roger, who couldn’t help but stare at her, definitely amused by that chaotic, mysterious girl.

“Thank you for everything… I promise I’ll come back for my clothes and I will give you yours back as soon as possible” Chelsea stopped for a minute on the doormat to look one last time into Roger’s eyes “still sorry for last night… bye” she said, slamming the door and running down the stairs. Roger stood there, with his mouth open, still amazed by that tornado called Chelsea. Brian looked at him and smiled, sure he had never seen his friend looking at a girl that way.

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