You've Lost Your Mind

I woke up to a panicked shriek from my left and jumped, tumbling out of the bed and onto the crisp carpet. "What the hell?" I mumbled, still in a state of half-sleep.
"Where in fucking hell am I?" I heard Mariah scream. Oh, yeah. Well, that wasn't exactly the type of screaming I was expecting from her, but it would have to do.
Grabbing the side of the bed, I pulled myself up, running my hand through my hair. "You're in my bed," I said, trying a seductive wink, however I was too tired to pull it off.
A few seconds later I wasn't surprised to feel her hand smack across my face. I guess I deserved that one, but it kind of stung.
"Whoa, you're at my house. You were too tired to go home last night so I let you crash here," I explained quickly, rubbing my hand against my face, which now had finger marks on it.
Mariah turned away from me, burying her face in her hands. "Why did you sleep with me?" she mumbled.
Well...I didn't really have an answer for that one. She did kind of ask me too, didn't she? It wasn't my fault she was cuddly. "You asked me too," I replied, pulling myself fully onto the bed and leaning against the frame.
She seemed to scoff through her hands. "Did I?"
I grabbed her hands and pulled them from her face, then nodded. "Yes, yes, you did."
She smiled at me. "You're such a weirdo, Alan."
Now, I had to adress what had been on my mind since last night. "What was that last night? That kiss?"
Mariah chewed on her lip for a few seconds. "It was exactly what you called it. A kiss."
I groaned and shook my head. "What are we, Mariah?"
Mariah shrugged. "I don't know. What are we, Alan?"

Notes

Very short, very crappy. I know. But it's been awhile since I updated.