Failure is the Best Way to Learn

I crawl into bed drunk as hell.

Wishing I had one of my friends with me. Especially Riley. My closet friend.

We knew practically everything about each other.

I remember the day we started getting so close.

It was about a year before. We were freshman and Ally was studying for her PSAT and Ellena was grounded.

So Riley and I went out to Volt.

We were dancing, just having fun when I went to the bathroom. Riley and I had been with a group of boys and girls from the next town over. But when I came back Riley and two of the girls were gone.
I walked around searching for ten minutes when I finally went in the back rooms. Little rooms in the back of the club made especially for hooking up.

I heard Riley's name as I walked by the last curtain. Red.

I opened it up to see not only Riley.

I watched as one girl licked Riley's nipple and as Riley ate out the third girl.
I was amazed. Transfixed.

I fell asleep with Riley's body in my head.

All my thoughts could remember were the words, just right there.