The "we are the champions" song was being chanted, by practically the whole State of New York and then some. The New York Yankees had just pulled off another World Champion.
About 15 people were in Julie's house and the beers were now flowing like water, even though a few Boston fans had left furious, the party was on; for like about 3 hours when she decided to kick them out of her apartment.
Her previous joy had now replaced her mood, as she stared at her totaled apartment, it seemed like a small tornado full of beer bottles, chips, plates, cups and cheese had just swooped through her kitchen, dining and living room. Exhausted she left to her bathroom and washed up, she felt too tired and set to pick up the mess in the morning, which she knew she would dread it the next day.
After washing up and doing all her girly activities before bed, she dried up and went to her bedroom. As she directed her way to her bedroom she heard a voice inside of it and quickly pushed open the door letting her fear conquer her thoughts and movements.
Monica was sitting in the corner of her bed. Monica was Julie's best friend and had been so for quite some time now.
"Mon, what the hell are you doing here? Didn't I kick your dumb ass out?"
"No, because I was in here when you pushed everyone out the apartment. You specifically said 'ok everyone get the hell out of my living room and out on the streets' so, u did not mention your room. So, ha!"
Monica was known for not being the best at holding her liquor ever and usually awoke to an embarrassing story narrated by one of her friends. So Julie was pretty used to this already.
By now Monica was lying back on Julie's pillow and putting her ipod on full blast.
At her closet she pulled down a few pillows, a blanket and a quilt. Neatly placing them on the floor parallel to her own bed
"I know that is not for me J," standing up she messed up the arrangement and nearly toppled over, "I want to sleep with you my love."
"I need to work early tomorrow Mon, and you move too much in your sleep; especially when you're tipsy."
"If you don't let me," hiccup "then, I'm going to keep on talking shit and really won't let you sleep then"
Julie hated this, at having no alternative she made the deal with her friend and pulled up one of her blankets so she could have an extra one just in case. The lights went out and she lay down next to Monica.
She fell asleep quickly and deeply. Her dreams went in and out of her mind, not really remembering them except for the last one.
In this particular one she dreamt that she was heading down to the subway, practically running down as she was going to be late to work for her third time in a 3 week margin. After she had passed the turnstile, a pair of hands reached at her from behind and began to choke her, leaving her to think she was about to faint and then just like that moving down to grab her breast.
She awoke panting, to find Monica sitting on top of her in a cowgirl form.
"I told you I didn't want to sleep with you because you move so fucking much, you bitch get..."
Monica dived forward, grabbing each of Julie's arms back with her own, pinning her down on the bed and kissing Julie. Julie squirmed to get loose of her grasp but her strength did not match her friends. Monica began to kiss her all over her neck and ears trying to get some sort of response that was not of resistance.