I walk outside of the house and into the garden, into the cold and wet air. The sky is dark blue. I walk out there looking for someone. A friend who I like and have been hanging out with and making out with for a while. I really like her. I walk out there looking for her and for my girlfriend. We agreed an open relationship, but we were hazy whether it is fine to be doing stuff with one of her best friends. I've found them once outside here already, at the back of the garden on some wooden decking lying down. I think they have gotten very drunk and are making out. I am more drunk than I have ever been.
I walk on the stepping-stones that form a path to the wooden decking, walking fast. The decking comes into view and there they both are. They're lying on each other and laughing as I appear. It's pretty clear. I lie down next to them on the cool wood, alcohol, jealousy swirling through blood. I make semi-jokes about how they were making out but they know I know now. I am lying next to them both, a bit awkwardly. They start kissing again, I lie and look at the speckled night-sky.
I look over.
The one on the far side is the one I like.
The one I like hand-pushes me away and tells me to go away as she begins to make out with my girlfriend, I have a moment of sadness and hurt. I make a few jokes, to cope. It's all very surreal.
After a bit of time, I join in. I kiss the one closer to me (gf), she reciprocates too. I even finger her whilst she kisses the other - she is definitely into it too.