"Fortunately, there were cookies. I stress the past tense."
I better go though, it was barely light outside, really early in the morning, I shimmied out from under Justin and he just turned over. I got dressed as quietly as I could and headed for the door.
I noticed I had received a text from Ryan. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Great, he probably thinks I'm dead somewhere. Would I tell him about my sleepover with Justin. Or should I keep it a secret...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑