I have a girl in my bed.

We both know she shouldn't be here considering our parents.

Did that every really stop anyone? Hence my parents having me at 18. So no.

To be fair she climbed in my window. I may have left it open.

She sat next to me, legs tangled with mine, shoulder occasionally bumping mine.

She's got my jumper on and bare legs. Damn me if I say I'm not getting ideas.

I hope she has pants on. Shorts at least. I also hope mam won't kill me.

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About the pants... she's in her knickers.

Her feckin' knickers.

Joseph, Mary, and the donkey.

She's still next to me. In a bra and knickers. She's sleeping so sound I'm almost afraid to breathe.

It all goes to shite when my door opens. Who's behind it? My feckin' mam.

"AJ I made break- THE HOLLAND GIRL?!" Did I forget to mention she's the Shane Hollands daughter?

"WHY IS SHE IN YOUR BED IN HER KNICKERS ANTHONY?"

I'm kinda just still from shock. At least I managed to get some words out.

"Mam stop screaming please. You'll wake her." My voice came out husky from sleep.

"I DON'T CARE IF I WAKE HER. JOEY! GET YOUR SON!" Lord help me.

By this point she's awake now. Cheeks red with blush, pretty much mirroring me. And then da comes. Oh shite.

"Anthony Joseph why in gods name is there a poor girl in your bed?" He sounded tired obviously but at least he wasn't screaming.

"I can leave." She said before I couldn't even speak. Her voice was quiet but clear.

"No you stay." I quickly said not wanting her to leave. "She came through the window."

Da's face went white like he saw a ghost. "The window? Jesus Christ." He took a deep breath before continuing.

"She can stay but we are talking about this at breakfast."

My lass came poked her head from under the covers once he left. Thank god for that.

"Sorry about that." I apologized flopping back onto the bed.

She did the same and we just stayed there for a moment.

Just still silence.