Friends with benefits

About a girl, by Caitlin Webb @WriterCaits

So this is what you have all been waiting for. The answer to the critical question that I had been wondering for years after watching Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake – how do you get from being mates to spending the night? Well it started off the same way as most flings do. I got laryngitis from kissing him at a gay bar. A week later when all my colleagues figured out our connection and I’d finished all the ice cream we then started to hang out as friends while he sorted out his relationship or didn’t.

I would just chill at his, watch movies and occasionally go to the pub like you would do with any of your friends. That was until one Friday night when it all changed. That night we joined the rest of the crew at the local drinking hole for the weekly catch up. Peyton and I couldn’t really afford the Brighton beer prices – which is not completely unheard of. When I went to get a free beer I’d grabbed a coupon for, he said: “I can’t really stay out much longer, do you wanna head to mine? I have a bottle of vodka and we could get some mixer.” Feeling the pinch myself it wasn’t too hard to convince me to leave after I had downed my pint. I said my goodbyes and left.

Halfway to his I checked my phone and read a text that said: “Don’t forget to use protection.” Taking that as some weird joke I shrugged it off. But after two films and half a bottle of booze, I couldn’t believe my friend saw it coming and I had no clue.

I mean, it’s not like me to just ditch my friends for a guy. Most of my friends are guys and I’m usually the embarrassing one still on the dancefloor. Either I’m growing up or I am clearly more attracted to Peyton than I thought. Then again I still freaked out in the morning when I remembered what had happened.