Young & Dumb by Cigarettes after sex.

Well I know full well that you are the patron saint of sucking cock.

"I drank so much." I giggle as Max takes my dress off with the help of Xander. "Yeah you did." Xander nods as he pulls my arm from the strap. 

"And I did so many drugs." I add. "Mhm. Sure did." Max confirms talking as if I'm a child she's babysitting. "And I almost had sex but just settled for sucking his dick instead." I say calmly.

In perfect unison both of my friends stand up quickly and share eye contact. "You didn't mention that before." Max panics. 

"It tasted weird." I remark. 

Max pulls my dress fully over my head and Xander helps me step into a pair of his sports shorts and a baggy hooded sweater. Both items are rather large on me however nonetheless very cozy. 

"Ok lie down on your side and get comfy." Xander instructs. 

So I lie down on his bed and wriggle onto my side. Once I find my most comfortable position I let him know.

When I tell him I'm comfy he props two large pillows by my sides and traps me in. "I can't move." I complain. 

"That's the point babe." Max nods assuringly. 

"Sleep well Paris." Xander smiles sympathetically.

The room goes quiet with the only sound being the morning birds chirping early.

"When I had that guys dick in my mouth, I couldn't help myself from thinking of your brothers... Not that I wanted there dicks in my mouth, but that in all the time we spent together neither of them ever got that far with me. I guess because they both wanted to keep things comfortable and never pressure me but I suppose I missed that." I rant quickly.

I feel Xander rub my shoulder comfortingly from his place on a chair beside his bed. The curtains let in a little light of sunrise making the darkness not too unbearable.

Sleep came in seconds that night. It wasn't even until 2pm when I awoke once again. 

I looked around blinking in my surroundings until they become clear. The walls are painted a peachy cream colour. I see a small worktop with a tool box, it's contents scattered around, standing beside a big robot. As if it wasn't already clear enough I see some picture frames and determine this to be Xander Hawthorne's bedroom.

I get quick flashbacks to last night accompanied by and excruciatingly painful headache. 

I see a public bathroom sink with one line of white powder. Then I remember having someone's dick in my mouth. Then finally worst of all, Xander taking off my dress.

"Shit.." I mutter, hoping I've remembered it wrong. I look down and notice myself wearing Xander's clothes. This really is not looking good.

And at that I hear the door creak, Xander enters his room and sees me awake. "Morning sleepyhead." He smiles positively, holding a little box and a glass of water. 

"What the fuck happened last night?" I sigh. He sits on the edge of my bed and passes me the headache pills. I gratefully drink the water and capsule down.  

"Where do I even start. You went out, got really drunk, did drugs, gave some guy a blow job, you may or may not have joined a gang. Then you got home and everyone found out." Xander recaps.

All the memories of last night turn from a blur to a very clear picture. I smile in reminiscence. "Shit." I grin proudly.

"I don't know if I would go out there if I were you." He warns. Regardless I get up and make my way to the foyer where everyone stands discussing something. 

Xander and I make our way down the stairs and when we almost reach the bottom Avery finally lays eyes on me.

"Paris Riley Grambs! How could you possibly be so stupid! I cannot believe you!" Avery fumes. Her screams echo in my brain and cause my migraine to burn. I put my hand to my head lazily hoping to somehow reflect the pain. 

"Yeah I bet your fucking heads sore after the night you had." Jameson tuts after realising my action. "Mhm.. so could you all kindly keep the volume down?" I beg.

"And now to make it all even worse I have to find out from Max that you had sex?" Avery screams. I scowl at Max. Everyone seems a little shocked at that bombshell, especially Grayson and Jameson who also look a little angry and almost protective.

"What? No I didn't!" I yell. I'm not lying, I didn't have sex. "Just a minor BJ.." I say innocently. Libby looks at me confused, not understanding the acronym. I put my hands up to my mouth and do a vulgar hand gesture that makes her eyes widen in shock. 

"Who?" Grayson speaks up. I look to him, he isn't looking at me but I can tell he wants to kill whatever name I say.

"Yoda." I answer briefly. Avery cringes in disgust. "You sucked Yoda's dick? What was it fucking green?" She scoffs. Libby swats her arm as a way of saying be gentle.

"Him?" Grayson raises his voice but looks down and almost steps back a little at his involuntary volume. 

"Yeah.." I confirm. 

"Paris, he's twenty three." Grayson lectures calmly. Libby looks like she may faint, Avery gets ready to say something but I speak before she can.

"I know." I nod, slightly disappointed in myself but not daring to let them see that.

"For now all that's important is that he wore a condom." Nash steps in. I nod but don't reply. "Paris?.. You used a condom right?" Libby asks, desperate for the answer she wants. 

I stay quiet again. Everyone gasps or sighs when they realise what my silence means. "We were just in the moment and never really had much of a chance." I justify.

"No excuses." Avery emphasises. "You could get an STI." Jameson almost sounds like he should be my Father, yelling at me about my irresponsible decisions. 

"Well the good thing is I can guarantee Yoda never had an STI because nobody sober would sleep with him." Grayson jokes sourly.

(a/n. Pretty short chapter this week. Enjoy.)