this loss to my brain. [Peyton]

Charmaine sat on Peyton's lap, her face resting in between his neck and shoulder. Her entire body was soaked and completely naked, her hair sticking to her face and back, and maybe even her arms a little.

She sort of...woke up suddenly, her head hurting and spinning a bit. Her high was definitely almost gone, and the alcohol the two had earlier consumed was starting to give her weird effects.

"Ugh," she muttered, looking around. How long had they been here? What happened to the party? And the clio? ...what the hell were they doing? "What just happened?"

It was a rare time indeed, Peyton was actually a little sober, but only a little. His hair was soaking wet, and no longer pointy. Instead it was clinging to his face, neck, and shoulders. He had his hands on Charmaines hips.

"What just happened?"

"We just made love," Peyton replied stupidly.

"Huh," she muttered back, trying to understand it fully. "Like...sex?" she asked, just trying to clarify. She hadn't exactly planned on going that far with Peyton, though she was glad it was him and not some random guy.

But like...they had sex? Why?

She tried remembering their recent adventures, and the more she thought of it, the more she realized how feely-touchy they always were with each other. She should've known it would turn to sex eventually.

"Yes," Peyton replied.

Peyton certainly didn't regret this, but why did it come off to him that Charmaine did?

"Wow," she said, resting her body against his. She was too weak to hold herself up, especially after that. It was kinda rough and hot and...actually, it was pretty enjoyable. And woah. It was her first time. But she just had one question for him.

"Peyton," she started, not really sure how to ask him. "Do you...like me?"

Peyton's feeling of doubt about Charmaine totally went away once she leaned her body agaisnt his. He smiled, and gently squeezed her.

"Do you...like me?"

Well of course he liked her! It took a lot for Peyton to have sex with some one, even when he was high. "I do."

She nodded her head gently against him. "I'm glad to hear that," she said. "Because I like you too. And I have a lotta fun with you, and I'm glad we did it." She didn't know if this meant they were getting together or being official or anything, but she knew that they liked each other, and that was always good. She felt secure and comfortable around Peyton, and she had since the first day they met. She couldn't imagine her life without him at the moment. They went everywhere together and did everything together...really, everything now. Even if they didn't become "official," she'd consider him her boyfriend anyhow.

Peyton was fully sober now, but that was fine, he was able to think like a normal person again, for now anyway. He smiled and ran his hands up and down her back. He wondered if Charmaine considered him her boyfriend now. He would like her as a girlfriend.

Charmaine played with Peyton's hair a bit, leaning her body back so that she wasn't leaning against him. She just looked to him, playing with his hair. "I think we should be boyfriend and girlfriend for real," she said, not even looking into his eyes. She just looked at his hair, his crazy, funky, awesome hair. Even when it was soaking wet and stuck to his face after a good fuck, it was still cool. Maybe that was why it was cool.

She had been smoking too much pot lately. She wondered what Peyton was like when he wasn't high, or how the two would act around each other when they were sober.

They were sober now, and they were peacefully (not awkwardly) quiet and calm. A small smile lingered on her face, her eyes looking him over with curiosity. She was seeing him in a new light, and she liked him then too. She always liked Peyton. He was cool, and it wasn't because he just had a good fuck or because he was high or drunk or because he was turning her on or...anything. He was just cool because that's who he was. He was Peyton. And he was hers. She hoped.

"I agree," Peyton replied.

He watched her face while she played with his hair and thought about things. Peyton was stoked, now he had an awesomely hot girlfriend, who was pretty sweet and got high and drunk with him. Without pausing, he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips.