Yesterday, on Friday the 13th, I went to hang out with a couple of my friends. There was this Valentine's Dance going on at my high school, and one of my female companions asked me to go with her.

I did. I danced with her most of the time at the dance when she wasn't dancing with my other friends. We both danced until it was 11 o'clock, when the dance ended. It was awesome.

She invited me to go to her house with her close friends afterwards. Naturally, I said yes. That night, I slept with her. We cuddled and made out afterwards while her parents were still asleep. This morning, we went outside and talked about our lives. She had a diving class this morning, and it was foggy (and 60 degrees) outside. I had a huge bitch-fit from my mom back home for not calling. We kissed and her mother dropped me off.

Then when I get back home today, I get bitched at by my parents. Normally, I wouldn't get yelled at as if I was a murderer. Then again, I wouldn't normally sleepover at my friend's house. This time it was worth it though....