"Yeah?" I managed to get out.

 "Mm-hmm—mm, baby." She started moving faster, her body squirming on the bed. Her hands on my ass squeezed. "This guy...uh..his...girlfriend..." she panted.

 "Mm?" I asked, thrusting into her now. Her hands moved further down my ass.

 "...fingered his asshole."

 I don't even know what happened next but I was up and against the wall adjusting my dick in less than second.

 "That's fucked," I spat out.

 She threw her head back in laughter.

 "I'm not fucking kidding, Amanda."

 She laughed harder, coming up to a sitting position. She held the sides of her stomach from the pain of laughing so hard.

 "It's not fucking funny." There was panic clear in my voice. "Hard. Limit."

 She was wiping tears now.

 I shook my head at her. "Are you done?"

 She tried to contain it, holding one finger up at me to wait. Her breathing started to slow and her laughs became sporadic. After five minutes, she finally spoke, "So what did you have to tell me?"

 I sat back down on the edge of the bed. She sat with me. "It's my birthday today."

 She gasped loudly, almost too loudly. I turned to face her. She was fucking with me. "You knew didn't you?"

 She nodded. "Yep. I was wondering when you'd tell me." She came to a stand between my legs. Her arms went around my shoulders. "How come you didn't say anything?"

 I shrugged. "Not really a day to celebrate, you know, with my parents and all."

 She leaned down and kissed me slowly. I held her closer to me. She pulled away and moved the hair away from my face, and then she smiled. "We're making new memories, remember?"

 "Right," I agreed. "And you're my favorite one."

 She sighed. "I wish I could tell you how I feel about you."

 "You don't need to tell me. I know."

 "You do?"

 "Of course." I picked up her hand to kiss her wrist but she quickly pulled it away.

 "I got you something!" she said, excited. She leaned over me and felt under the bed on the opposite side. "Here it is!" Then she came back to stand. "Okay," she breathed out. "It's small, and stupid, and I think about it now and I don't even want to give it to you. Maybe I'll just—" she started to pull it away.

 "No." I grabbed it from her hands. "You got me something?"

 "Yeah—but it's stupid." A blush crept to her cheeks.

 I smiled. "Babe, I'm sure I'll love it."

 "Fine," she sighed out. She sat on one of my legs, so I could unwrap it. "It's dumb," she said, as if she was warning me.

 A plain white box was underneath the wrapping. I glanced at her quickly before lifting the lid.

 A stethoscope.

 My eyes snapped to hers.

 "See? Stupid," she said.

 "No, baby, not stupid at all. I just – I mean this is amazing."

 "You like it?" She asked, unsure of herself. She bit her lip anxiously.

 I picked it up and placed the empty box next to me. "Of course I like it."

 She took it from my hands. "I got your name engraved on it, see?"

 I looked down. Dr. L. Matthews was engraved in the middle. "This is amazing. Thank you."

 I tried to act cool. As if all she was doing was giving me a gift. But that's not all it was. Not to me. Not at all.

 I loved her.

 I opened my mouth to tell her.

 "I figured you'd need one soon," she spoke, interrupting me. "This can be your first one. It's not the best, I couldn't afford anything amazing but the research I did said that this is the one most doctors start off with. I hope it is. I hope I did okay."

 "You did better than okay."

 She smiled huge. "Good!" She kissed me once. "Now we gotta get ready!

 ***

 "Whuu." A sound got stuck in my throat. I think I stopped breathing. My jaw dropped to the floor, my eyes moved down to her legs. My dick went up at the site of her. "Holy shit," I breathed out. I don't think I'd ever seen her look so fucking hot before. She was wearing the shortest dress I'd ever seen, it clung to her ass and left nothing to the imagination. The sleeves were long, loose, but buttoned up at the ends. It had no back. At all. And the front dipped between her tits down to her navel. I don't even know how it was holding up. "You can't leave the house looking like that."

 She just laughed at me.

 I don't know why. I sure as shit didn't find it funny.

 "Hurry up, asshole!" Cam shouted.

 "You guys got me a fucking limo?" I waited for Amanda to get in, before getting in myself. It's what gentleman do, right? It was also a great opportunity to look at her ass, again.

 "You only turn twenty-one once right?" Dylan handed me a beer.

 I put my arm around Amanda's shoulder; her hand went to my leg. "I guess so."

 Jake cleared his throat and raised his beer. "To my best friend," he said seriously.

 Micky eyed him, then me. 'To douchebags that spill beer on random girls." She raised her glass and laughed.

 We all did.

 Lucy hiccupped next to them; she was sitting on Cameron's lap, clearly drunk. "To the best guy I know that I'm not screwing." She hiccupped again.

 "Gee, thanks, Luce," Jake mocked.

 Then Cam chimed in, "To the asshole that my girl would be screwing if I weren't around."

 We all laughed.

 Then Heidi giggled. "To the guy that took my V-card."

 "What!" I'm pretty sure that was everyone.

 Nobody knew about Heidi and me. Not until now.

 I shook my head and looked down. "Nooo!" Amanda gasped. This could get real bad, real quick. She kept looking from me to Heidi to Dylan. "Doesn't that get awkward?" She chuckled.

 Thank Fuck.

 Dylan shook his head frantically, his eyes shut tight. "Nope. I try not to think about it, and I sure as shit don't want to picture it." Then he opened his eyes, his gaze on me. "To good friends, and good people," he said. There was an underlying tone in the way he said it. Everyone felt it, because we all went silent. Dylan and Heidi hadn't been around much lately, in fact we barely saw Heidi at all. And Dylan, he was always broody, but I don't know, lately it seemed like something was going on with him.

 "What about you, Amanda?" Micky broke the silence.

 She turned her head to face me. I was already looking at her. "To a boy that makes every moment a new memory."

 ***

 We got to the club after an hour of driving around. I only had one beer. I didn't want to drink tonight. I just wanted to remember it. And I wanted to remember exactly how Amanda looked. Also, I needed to be sober to punch any asshole that looked at her wrong. Because there were going to be a lot of them.