Saving from Monkeys

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Author: Jessie L. Star
processing even without me mumbling. Sure enough, her eyes widened and her jaw went slack.
    "Three times," I added, wanting to just get the whole, horrible truth out there, but feeling a bit bad as I saw this additional information made Abi's head wobble a little bit like it was going to fall off.
    Several long, awkward seconds passed and then she released her breath in a loud whoosh and flopped down beside me on the bed.
    "Sorry," she said feebly. "I think I passed out for a second there, want to run that by me again?"
    "Don't make me repeat it," I begged, accidentally catching the eye of our Mona Lisa poster and finding that, because of the whole 'her eyes follow you wherever you are' thing, I was unable to break free of her judgemental gaze. "I've already vomited this morning; I really don't want to go there again."
    " OK," Abi said slowly and I finally escaped eye contact with Mona to see her reach up and bury her fingers into her short dark hair. Seeing her manifesting my own freak out was somehow reassuring. "So, just so I've got this straight, you've spent the last two and a bit years I've known you going on about this spoilt rich kid who tormented you all through your adolescence, right? I mean, I've seen this pretty boy make you so mad you literally fell down a flight of stairs. And now you're telling me you slept with him? Why ?"
    My ankle throbbed a little at the reminder of the day I'd been so busy ranting about Elliot's stupid floppy hair I hadn't seen the steps rapidly approaching. Chalking that up to yet another part of my body that was currently hurting because of Elliot, I focused on Abi's aghast expression.
    "I have no idea," I answered honestly. "Apparently I drank so much I have completely bl otted out last night."
    I shared a silent moment of 'yeah, I know, me getting that drunk. Weird, right?' with her before continuing. "The last thing I can remember is you going off to work yesterday afternoon and then-" I broke off as I suddenly realised something.
    "You're still in your work clothes," I said in confusion, looking more closely and seeing that they were quite considerably rumpled. "Now who looks like they just did a walk of shame? Did you just get home?"
    The vibe in the room abruptly shifted from 'WTF?' to some sort of 'squee' emoticon as a pink blush bloomed across Abi's, Judi Dench-worthy, cheekbones and she nodded.
    "You were out all night?" I pressed even though it hurt to crease my forehead in surprise.
    She nodded again.
    "Alone?"
    Her expression morphed into the sort you'd expect a kid to wear when caught with an empty biscuit wrapper and crumbs around his mouth, and she shook her head.
    "Oh God," I gasped, "not you too?"
    "Yeah, I got in from my own night of debauchery just before you." She smiled a cheeky smile as she added, "Guess something must be in the water."
    "Who knew that one night stands were contagious?" I choked and then, seeing a strange look pass over her face I frowned at how that had sounded. "Gross, not like STIs or anything," I tried to explain, but she put a hand on my arm to forestall me.
    "No, it's not that. It's just…" she trailed off and I noticed for the first time that her eyes were looking suspiciously starry. "I don't think mine is going to be just a one night stand."
    And, now that she mentioned it, I saw that she was practically glowing . Nice that she'd come out of the previous night looking like she was lit from within by some sort of beatific light, while I ended up tinged a sickly green colour.
    "Oooooh ," I said, intrigued and more than happy to have the spotlight taken off me; anything to get that judgemental cow Mona to stop looking at me like I was a slut. "Multiple nights are on the cards? Who is this gentleman who has ensnared you so?"
    Abi bit her lip, but was unable to stop her smile, two little dimples appearing to frame it. I loved these dimples. When coupled with Abi's spiky black hair and deep husky voice they seemed as incongruous as a teddy bear
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