I Want....but that's crazy

Music on loud; the kooks, naïve, just encase you were wondering, me and Tonya, my best friend, were ready to go out….just about.
I had my towel wrapped around my waist and my hair almost dry, up in a scruffy bun while Tonya did my make-up and I did my nails. I wasn’t majorly in the party mood, not really. I had spent the past two days unpacking and trying to figure out which drawer to put my socks into.
Tonya had shown up about 10 minutes previous to this, forcing me into the shower and banging on the door until I was done. Apparently it was needed that I go and get ‘hammered’ on my first night in uni, and because I didn’t I had to get ‘worse than hammered’ every night that remained of freshers. (Tonya’s words not mine).
“So any hot jocks in this place then?” said Tonya applying the acrylic to my nails.
“No, not since the train to be honest” I said disappointed. In fact there probably had been some guys who I found attractive, but to be honest, I couldn’t take my mind off Harry. I lost touch with him after we got off the train. I was praying to god that it wasn’t because of what happened on the train in the toilets… but it probably was.
“Since the train eh, who was the lad that put up with you then?” she giggled.
I smiled and shook it off. “You’ve fallen for him?!” I blushed intensely, trying to hide the fact that she was right. I nodded slightly. “Oh my god! I have to meet him! Is he cute? Does he have a friend?”
“Calm it….this isn’t 20 questions….but yeah he does have a friend (Who I kissed and pretended to be with to stop me getting in trouble with said guys girlfriend) he is cute and you can’t meet him…we lost touch after we got off the train… and he has a phsycho girlfriend he is madly in love with” I paused expecting her to punch me in the face.
“MEL! I’m not here for 2 days and you already have yourself into shit!” we giggled. “There is only one solution” she said pointing to the kitchen, which we could see from my bedroom.
“ALCOHOL” we both shouted. I stood up and strutted over to the underwear drawer. I threw on some pretty knickers, white short types that said California across the bum, and a bra that was far from seductive but was comfy as fuck.
I turned to face Tonya, as to ask for her opinion. She shook her head and buried herself into her bag, pulling out a black pair of Panties. They were black lace, short types, they had two frilled elastics that dangled down and attached to some stockings, which she pulled out next. She pulled out a black corseted bra, lace and silk with a jet black ribbon in the cleavage.
“No, Ton… I don’t plan on getting laid, I’m not in the mood” I looked at her. She looked disappointed. I walked over, snatched the underwear out of her hands and walked off into the kitchen, giving her the finger as I did.
………
After I had slid the underwear on I stood in the kitchen in 6 inch stiletto’s (also supplied by Tonya) and the underwear looking for alcohol in the cupboard.
There was a knock at the door.
“GET IT” I screamed
“ON IT” shouted tonya, already at the front door with it open. Two seconds later she was stood at the kitchen doorway pointing down the hall. I walked out down the hall forgetting completely what I was wearing, seeing harry at the door, I threw myself back into the kitchen.
“Hey stranger” he shouted.
“Erm hey, how…what?” I mumbled.
“Meet me and the lads at the Insomnia club down the street at 7:30?”
“Sure, could you um…”
“Sure” he giggled. “Il be waiting”. The door shut.
How did he find me?!

Notes

wow ahahaha