Sally sighed. It had been her birthday night out. Jamie and Daisy had taken her out to cheer her up, just the three of them. And then the other two had turned up.
She had become firm friends with Jamie and Daisy when she’d first met them in playschool, and now twenty years later, they were as close as they ever had been. It had seemed obvious that the three of them would live together.
But now she regretted it. Jamie and Daisy were twins, so naturally shared a close bond, and while Sally was close – with outsiders even suggesting she could be the ‘third twin’ – she wasn’t as close to them as they were to each other.
She always felt slightly on the outside. Then Jamie had met his boyfriend David, and Daisy had met her boyfriend Mark.
Now, she wasn’t even just a third wheel, she was a fifth.
She’d spent the night on her own again, watching her two best friends getting off with their perfect boyfriends. Lying in bed after more than a few drinks, she’d been kept awake all night by the sound of sex coming from both of her flat mate’s bedrooms.
Sally sighed again, grabbed her towel and headed into the bathroom for a shower.
The sound of a mobile phone vibrating angrily against a wooden surface woke him up.
Before he even opened his eyes he could feel the dull ache behind his eyes that told him he was hungover. Again.
Without opening his eyes he reached for his phone, but his fingers found only fresh air. He slowly opened one eye and found himself in a strange room.
Suddenly, he was aware of a weight behind him, a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to look behind him, and as he did the memories of the previous night came rushing back to him. He wasn’t at all surprised to see Jamie, naked and smiling.
Sally opened the bathroom door, and went to cross the hall into her bedroom. She stopped when she saw a movement at the end of the corridor.
He hadn’t seen her yet, so she stepped back and watched from the doorway of the bathroom. Mark was in the darkness wearing nothing but his tiny tight pants.
It was a sight that she was used to seeing, but she didn’t often see him sneaking out of Jamie’s bedroom. What had Mark been doing with his girlfriend’s brother, wearing nothing but his tight white pants?
Daisy looked up at Mark as he came into the room, in just his underwear.
“Where have you been?” She asked, looking him up and down. “And where are your clothes?”
“Woke up on the sofa, again. Must have taken my clothes off in the night. Fuck, it’s cold in here, why have you got the doors open?”
Mark crossed the room and shut the patio doors that led out onto Daisy’s balcon
“Oh, don’t – “ Daisy started, but Mark quickly shut them and jumped into her bed.
“I missed you last night.” He said, snuggling into her.
Sally was sitting at the kitchen table, absent-mindedly staring out of the window, wondering where she had gone so wrong in life to keep ending up single.
Her introspection was interrupted when she saw a pair of feet slowly descend into view outside. She watched with curiosity for a moment, but curiosity soon turned to alarm when a pair of genitals also appeared, and then shock as she saw David’s face come into view.
He didn’t see her watching him until he had let himself in through the back door. He quickly clamped his hands over his groin.
“What were you doing on Daisy’s balcony?” Sally asked
Jamie jumped upright in bed as Sally entered his bedroom.
“There’s something I need to tell you.” She said.
“No, me first.”
Silence fell between them, Sally waiting for Jamie to speak and Jamie waiting to find the right words.
Sally held her hands up, gesturing for him to talk. He hesitated again, briefly.
“I slept with Mark last night. What am I going to say to Daisy?”
Sally left Jamie’s room and sighed. She was slowly piecing together the events of the previous night.
Before she could get any answers out of David, he had rushed into the downstairs toilet, hiding himself from her, and refusing to come out.
She’d gone to speak to Jamie about it, only to hear his bombshell about sleeping with Mark. What disturbed her most, was he seemed rather pleased with himself for pulling his sister’s boyfriend.
Sally hesitated, and then pulled open the door to Daisy’s bedroom. She found her best friend, crying, alone in her bed.
“Oh, Sally, I’ve done something terrible! I slept with David! I slept with my brother’s boyfriend!”
David found Mark, alone in the front room of the house. “I’ve got something to tell you.” He said.
“No, me first,” Mark said, “I’ve done something terrible… I… I slept with Jamie.”
“You slept with my boyfriend?” David stared at Mark for a moment, and then laughed. “Oh, I’m sorry. Sorry.” He said, noting Mark’s dumbfounded look.
They both sat down on the sofa and David turned to Mark. “I laughed, because I… I slept with Daisy.”
“What? But, you’re gay?”
“And you’re straight!”
This time, they both laughed.
Mark reached across and took hold of David’s hand. “You know, I was actually looking for you.”
David smiled, leant in and kissed Mark, gently on the lips, “That’s funny, because I was looking for you.”
They kissed for a moment longer before Mark pulled away. “We’re going to have to tell them, you know.”
They kissed again, neither of them noticing Sally walk into the room.
Sally sat at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of tea, and looked across at her four friends, all of them chatting as if nothing bad had happened.
She looked at her two best friends, both of them oblivious to the fact that they’d both had sex with each other’s boyfriends. Both of them oblivious to the fact that their boyfriends were having an affair with each other.
Her head hurt to think about it.
Suddenly, she was glad she was single. And she realised that by having spent so much time on the outside of the group, she was now very much at the centre. She held the power. She could hold the group together… or tear them apart
She smiled, realising that her birthday might be more enjoyable than she’d first thought.
Prompt: Write a short story