By: Brandy Black
We sat in my room, I put on the band Belly and flipped to my favorite song at the time: “Stay”. We talked, I told her I broke up with my girlfriend that day, she told me she broke up with hers. This was not a previous plan or discussion. I smiled. My song ended and she flipped to her favorite song “Untogether”. I grimaced. The song played.
“I had a dream about you last night,” Susan said shyly.
“Was I good?” I asked boldly.
She turned red and looked down “You were a good layer-downer.”
I sat down at the edge of the bed. “So does that mean you’re staying the night?”
She’ll say it was me; I say it was her.