The scent, the unmistakable foul odor of shit, is the first thing that hits you when you open the door. Flicking on the light confirms what your nose had already sensed… a large amount of fecal matter. Right on your bed. Fucking great. You’re about to express your displeasure, but then you look at it more closely.

The logs of crap had been deftly excreted to spell out a message across the length of your bed. There, five feet across was Nicole’s name, signed in cursive, with a heart at the end.

“Wh…?” You start to react to the message as Nicole laughs hysterically.

“Guess who it is?” Nicole says, with a sinister grin.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s Rick.” She says. That douchebag she’d been dating. She must have known you hated him.

“You mean that…” You begin again, before she interrupts you.

“Yep. I dumped him tonight.” She giggles some more.

“And…” you pause, getting to your real question, “why did you do it in my bed?”

“Oh, silly me.” Nicole says. “If Laetitia’s bed is a mess and your bed is a mess… I guess that means that there’s only one bed for the two of us tonight.”

You know an invitation when you hear it, and without a second thought, you move to Nicole and, sticking your hands down the front pockets of her pajama pants, meet her with the kiss that the two of you have been waiting for for a long time. For what it’s worth, she’s not shy in meeting your kiss and is an incredibly good (albeit very aggressive) kisser. The two of you stumble together out of your bedroom, reeking of her boyfriend’s remains, and out into the hallway, taking every opportunity to bump the other one against the wall and push into them with an even more passionate embrace. You guide yourselves towards Nicole’s door, but before going in you make sure to back Nicole into her bedroom door, pressing up against her, pressure building between the two of you.