“Where have you been?” My mom suddenly asked.
“More importantly, what have you been doing?” My dad also sternly added. What was I doing tonight? I forget. I was over at Andrew’s watching Juno, he started kissing me, I remember his shirt off….but then I’m blank. “What time is it?” I hoarsely asked. Whoa, I sounded like shit. What did happen?
“It’s one in the morning missey.” Holy crap! I tried hard to not seemed surprised and monotonely answered, “We watched a lot of movies. That’s all. I don’t know why you guys would possibly think I would do something more.” It was silent as they continued to glare at me, not believing my story. “I’m going to go to bed now because I’m beat.” What the hell am I beat from? We were sitting there watching movies. How exhausting can that be?
Nethertheless, I crawled up the stairs and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

And face it, all night I was trying to decipher what happened tonight. Did we? No, I would remember that. I would. You’d want to remember that.