Dolly And Terry

Dolly ran into her room crying. She banged the door behind her and crashed on her bed. She couldn't believe she had stopped so low and embarrassed herself so much. How could she do that? Of all the things to do while drunk she had to make out with Terry. And Terry? Why was it even Terry? She looked so serious and lustful in that video that she was sure she would have gone down to the floor with him and do it there. And he too was so drunk that he played along. What even made them drink that much.

As she laid down and cried into her pillow, her door opened and Terry ran inside. He saw Dolly crying so loudly into her pillow and his heart ached.

“Dolly?” he called as he walked towards her. She sat up immediately and saw it was him. She stared at him emotionlessly for a few seconds then gulped.

“Excuse me, Terry. I'd like to be alone,” she croaked and wiped her tears while looking away from him. Terry heard her, but instead began to move closer. She jerked backwards on the bed and glared