Amanda

I've been packing for the last ten minutes, but Shelly is in a dreamland so deep she still hasn't noticed.

Am I forgetting something? God I hate packing! I try to focus on Shelly's story while I lay clothes on my bed.

"He's just perfect. We kissed, made out, but didn't fuck. That's, like, the first time I've been in bed with a guy and he didn't pressure me! Not that I don't want to, but, I don't know, it seems like he actually cares about me!"

"That's great Shelly," I say, and her eyes narrow at my absent-minded tone.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

I hide a smile...