Chapter 11: A Campfire song and some vodka

It had been 6:00 p.m. later that Wednesday and each minute I was slowly learning how being knocked out from a hard blow to the face could make you sooooo tired. I only wanted to lay down and rest my head for a few minutes because my head  was pounding like a drummer was inside it playing very loudly and violently.

Tossing and turning in my bed I slowly opened my eyes and then shut them again. I could hear something but I couldn't make out what it was, the noise was only intensifying my already painful throbbing headache. Was this what having a hangover felt like? If it was I was pretty damn sure I never wanted to have one. 

Jumping out of bed annoyed and tired I whispered under my breath "God damn could you please shut the hell up???" My sister and Kizzy had went out earlier to go get some bikini's for some event that was going on this week because it was amnesty week and if anyone knew my sister well they would know she took at least a good 3 hours just to shop, so it couldn't be them. I could hear a familiar high pitched voice and low mumbles and I already knew who it was. It was my mom and dad arguing again, "You're such a hypocrite, who are you to judge when you're never even here?!?!?" I could hear my mom say and I looked up at the ceiling and shook my head in disgrace, it was so annoying to have parents that couldn't get along. It was like watching two little kids fight over a toy. 

I opened my bedroom door slowly, trying not to make any noise and tiptoed out of my room and followed the voices of my parents until I was standing behind the archway of our guestroom listening. "You're making them become sluts I mean seriously you saw it! The doctor went to go dress her and put her in the hospital robe and she was wearing a THONG! A FUCKING THONG MARIA! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!?!? YOU'RE LETTING OUR DAUGHTER's DRESS LIKE FUCKING PORN STARS!!!" My father hissed at her but my mom was rolling her eyes and ignoring him. "They're not little girls anymore Daniel, a few days ago Mel had a boy over. A thong is just an article of clothing, grow up and stop acting like a little sissy, our girls aren't little girls anymore, they're responsible young women" she finally replied to him. 

My father was infuriated and it was as if he were a dragon because he opened his mouth and unleashed wild flames that burned my mother and me. "That's anything but the truth, our daughter Jessica is a fucking slut already and Mel is well on her way too but it's no surprise that they would become that way because look at you, you look like you belong on the corner of the street, you're dressed like a whore and you are one!" My father said as his flames hit me and my mom and we became black soot and fleshy remains. I know I technically wasn't supposed to be here listening to them but how could he say that about me? My own father.... 

"How could you say such a thing like that? About our DAUGHTERS?!?!?!? .... I may be a whore but you're nothing but a filthy piece of dog shit" My mother said to him coldly just before I heard a loud  PAT, my mom slapped my dad right across the face. "Agh!" he shouted. 

I could feel my hands tremble as I brought my right hand to my head and my left hand on my shoulder trying to hold myself together but it wasn't working. My body shook fiercely like an earthquake soon followed by a rough tidal wave from a tsunami.

Sweat beads covered my body as I grew scared of the future. I had to get out of here and I had to leave fast, if my parents were going to physically hurt each other I definitely didn't want to be around to witness it.

I slowly tiptoed back to my room and opened my drawer. I looked at my clothes and could feel my heart beat in my stomach. I pulled out a big baggy purple sweater and some leggings and threw my hair up into two buns, sort of like pigtails, it was a hairstyle I always wore when I was younger. Was I really on my way to becoming a slut? 

I had thrown on my clothes and was ready to leave. Where? I had no idea but I just knew I had to get out of there. "slut" "Bitch" "immature" "insecure" and "worthless" were a few of the words I heard my parents shout out to each other back and forth as I walked passed the guestroom to go down stairs. They didn't even notice me as I left, I was invisible to them and they were like two soldiers in a war fighting, they were focused and couldn't take their eyes off of each other, they were fearful that one would get the advantage and kill the other just as soon as one of them broke eye contact. 

I left and hit the streets. The hard rough pavement scratched the bottoms of my sandals like sandpaper. The breeze of the cool summer wind hit the back of my neck and sent chills down my spine and it caused me to shutter. I rubbed the back of my neck with my left hand and  looked around cautiously. I let out a sigh as I looked at the sky, it was surely about 7:00 or 7:30 and I was in the middle of no where. 

I had never been the kind of girl that was strong, I was weak. There was no way I could ever defend myself if someone tried to chase me down. I had always been afraid of the night and never liked being alone in the dark yet here I was alone in the middle of some town I had never even heard of and night was coming soon to greet me and taunt me. I know I am 15 and probably should be more 'mature' I guess I mean seriously I would be too afraid to kick a guy in his nads if I ever needed to and I would feel really bad as cheesy as that sounds but it's the truth. I just hated darkness so much, it scared me because I always feared what was inside it....You never know what's in darkness until you turn on a light. 

The scent of sugar and sweetness surrounded me. I felt warm inside like I was in my house on Christmas day back when my parents used to be around more. I pulled up the Gps on my phone and sure enough there was a landmark "Frosted Cakes Bakery". I could hear the wind whipping and whirling around as it hit the side of my face. I walked all the way out of town and into another town I knew nothing about. My Gps said the town was called 'Loorah Villa' it had such a strange name but the Frosted Cakes Bakery was located right in the center of the town according to my Gps. I looked up at the stars and rolled my eyes, of all places I would end up HERE. 

I followed my Gps and stood outside the door of the Frosted Cakes Bakery. My body shook furiously and it felt like the ground beneath me would break and I would fall into the center of the Earth. I peeped around the side of the door and saw Denver talking to a lady in a yellow dress that had polka-dots on it and was covered by a white apron. I closed my eyes and stood behind the door. Should I go in or should I just leave? I guess I could just go in and ask Denver for directions back to Haestown and go home. 

I placed my hand on the cold metal doorknob and twisted it as I pushed the door open. Sprinkles, cake batter, and ammonia were the only things I could smell as I walked in. I looked around nervously and just stood there for a moment taking everything in. I was unsure how to feel about being here but there was no turning back now. 

My eyes suddenly had a case of ADHD because they were jumping around like little jumping beans, looking at everything in the room for a second and then quickly finding something else to look at. I walked up to the display counter and looked at all of the pastries, they honestly did look delicious but I had no intention of buying them. The chatter from Denver and the woman was the only thing that could be heard besides the on going mumble from some kind of machine they had in the back and their chatter wasn't sounding as nice as when I first walked in.

"Denver! This is the 38th time today that I'm having to tell you about greeting a customer when they walk inside the shop! You're lucky I even pay you as much as I do!" She shouted out to him and I just continued watching them. 

"How the hell am I supposed to greet a customer WHILE you're talking to me??!?!?!? I don't care about the money.....You're really starting to get on my nerves" Denver replied to her and I just stood there watching them, speechless. 

I placed my right arm onto my left arm and held it. I was burning inside from embarrassment. My cheeks felt like a volcano and my lips became a butterfly's wings, flattering and flappering around uncontrollably. I felt so guilty, Denver was getting yelled at all because of me, I thought about leaving right then and there but then that would've been worse. 

The woman in the Yellow polka dotted dress came over to me and asked me "What would you like sweetie?" I didn't respond and she seemed put off by my actions. She stood there briefly for a moment eyeing me up and down loosely while throwing a smirk on her face just before she asked me "Are you lost? Where are your parents sweety? You must be scared huh?" she said to me sympathetically. 

My heart sunk into the bottom of my stomach, I was dying of embarrassment. Did I really look that young? If there was anything more annoying and embarrassing than someone trying to belittle you because of your age I think it's more embarrassing when someone automatically assumes your age just because of your appearance, that is the worst. I immediately put my finger over my lips and attempted to correct her as I  said "Uhh... I'm sorry miss bu-" but I was caught off by Denver.

"Umm...she's not a little kid...She's one of my frien-....uhh I mean one of my usual customers, an acquaintance" he said quickly while looking over at me. If there was anything I was learning about Denver right now, it was the fact that he could lie on the spot but he could not pull it off well and it was actually somewhat humorous to me.

I watched as the woman in the polka dotted yellow dress let out an irritated sigh while crossing her arms. "What did I tell you about having YOUR friends come to MY shop?!?!? And on top of that you sit here and try to lie to me?!?!? I wonder what your mom would think if I told her that...You know you're nothing like anyone in our family....You're so God damn unprofessional" she said to him coldly, I stood there and just watched her as chills went up and down my spine. She was a serious woman and I certainly didn't want to be the reason for her getting upset. 

I was about to leave right then and there but I decided to walk to the other side of the shop just to stall, I really didn't want to go back outside by myself since the sky was growing darker and darker every minute. I looked over the counter and saw Denver standing there with his body facing the left side of the wall as he tilted his head to the left and raised his eyebrows a little. I grew nervous again and joined my hands together in the front of my legs. I tried to play it cool but it was obvious what he was trying to get me to do. I nodded slowly and proceeded out the front door and walked around the corner and stood in the back of the shop. 

My back was leaning against the cold hard brick wall of the building and my foot was tapping fiercely against the grass to a random beat. I looked around and could feel my stomach turn, I needed to get home. I placed my hand on my forehead and let out a sigh. "Everything is going to be okay, it's going to be okay, I'm going to get home, I will be okay" I said to myself quietly and quickly while trying to think of all my options. I could ask Denver and besides, there was always Gps and strangers lurking on the streets at night. 

Just then Denver peered out from the side of the building and said "Ahh....I see you're talking to yourself again huh?" clearly trying to hint at the time I started talking to myself when I was at his house a few days ago. 

I couldn't look him in the eye, my nerves had taken over my body and they were the chief, I was just the soldier nearly reacting to all of their commands. "I- I- uhh...I was just trying to calm myself down" I said to him lowly while looking at the groups of trees behind him. 

"Huh...Is that so? I must say I'm not surprised....You seem like one of those girls..." he said as his voice trailed off and then he continued as he said "The kind of girls that are afraid of the night" he said as he laughed and looked at me up and down.

My cheeks flushed and I knew I was blushing and my cheeks probably looked like roses. I felt my fingers tingle and my lips curl and twirl around my teeth while I tried desperately to keep them straight. "I am not!" I shouted in protest. I then said sneakily "You know.....I'm always out late at night....Doing things" I lied right through my teeth but I only did it so he wouldn't think of me as a skittish coward.

"Oh yeah?" He said looking at me under eyed as he went on to say "Prove it.....Come with me....Let's go somewhere, show me you're not a chicken!" he said as he nearly laughed through his whole sentence.He held out his hand to me and he had a sneaky look on his face, it was a look that was sneaky but fun at the same time and I was intrigued so I placed my hand in his hand and we walked around for a while. 

Hand in hand we walked around and all through the town. The air grew cooler and the sky was no longer baby blue. The sky had become a beautiful woman, dark and mysterious. I felt so nervous, I put my hand on my cheeks and realized I was blushing yet again. "Oh gosh this is soooo bad" I said quietly. Denver then gripped my hand a little harder, trying to be funny "Why are you scared?" he asked me while chuckling. I then wiggled my hand around in his tight grip and giggled a little. "I'm not scared I just have no idea where I am and I've never been out this late before, I'm sorry I lied" I said as I smiled nervously. Denver looked over at me and then said "You think I didn't know that?" he laughed and then said "It's cool...you're with me right now and it wouldn't make sense to go home now....You're already out so let's stay together and have some fun tonight besides, I really need to talk to you about something" I didn't say anything but it was kind of true. If I was going to get punished for staying out late at night I might as well have some fun before I do get punished. Me and Denver kept walking hand in hand until we reached a house and we walked around to the backyard. 

We stopped walking and I realized why as soon as I looked at the ground. 2 bottles of vodka, one empty and laying on the ground, a case of weed, a bag of more weed, and fire pit. 

"Holy shit! Denver you scared the crap outta meeeee!" a girl said as her voice slurred a little. It was clearly obvious she was the reason that bottle of vodka on the ground was empty. I recognized her and all her piercings, it was 'the slut', what was she doing here? Better yet Where the hell am I? 

I stood there like a deer in headlights, just looking her up and down. Denver stood next to me and whimpered "God damn you Allyson! Did you finish ALL of that vodka by yourself...WITHOUT ME???" he kept looking down at the ground at the empty bottle of vodka. 

"Yeah and?" she replied and then walked over to us and looked at me which made me a little nervous. She then looked over at Denver and said "Are you jealous because you're too much of a pussy to drink as much as me?" she said teasingly as she lifted her and and made a rock and roll hand sign with her hands as she stuck her tongue out and whirled it around in the air clearly trying to hint at a sexual act.

Denver laughed hysterically and then looked her up and down and put his hand towards the side of his face in a shielding manner as if he were talking like he didn't want someone to hear him. "You of all people should be the last one talking...You know you should change your name to Allyson lightweight instead of your actually last name" Denver said to her as he proceeded to laugh even harder. "Let me go inside and get some cups so we can all SHARE" Denver said as he walked away laughing and chuckling. 

I stood there all alone, nervous and disgusted at the same time. Drunk people always seemed to be a turnoff to me and I never ever wanted to get drunk and look like her but I guess I would just have to put up with her foolishness for now. I swayed my body around in the wind for a few seconds and then said timidly "Sooo...Um..Are you gonna like umm...You know...Light that?" 

"Yup! I'm gonna light up this fire and this weed! I hope you're not afraid honey" she said to me in a condescending demeanor but I brushed it off and played it cool, the last thing I wanted to do was look like a 'scaredy cat.' 

I sat near the fire pit and watched her as she pulled out a lighter and lit it up. It was pretty obvious she was used to fire because she had no trouble getting the flames to grow. 

Once the fire grew and the wood was cracking and snapping I just sat there watching it, I didn't know what to do really. I felt so out of place and began wishing I would've just stayed home. "Now that's a pretty little baby" she said as she stood there and looked at the fire she had created. 

I watched the fire and looked at how the flames danced together wildly and uncontrollably. The fire had different colors, some patches were blue and some were just the ordinary red and orange color everyone associated with fire. I was thinking about my parents as I watched the fire, everyone says there's a certain time during your marriage when the 'fire goes out', perhaps that was what was happening to them? Maybe their love for each other had simply just died out, they weren't on fire for each other anymore. Love is like fire, unpredictable and dangerous yet so intriguing, both beautiful and potentially tragic and if you play with love too much like fire you will get burned.

"Okay....Looks like I've got everythi- Oh shit...I forgot the cups and something else..Hold on okay" Denver said as he walked out and then turned around again to go back inside the house. 

Just then Allyson stood up and ran after Denver, grabbed his hand and said "Wait! I'm coming too.....We'll be right back" she said to me as she looked over her shoulder at me, it was obvious she was trying to make me jealous but I honestly didn't give a shit. She was pretty pathetic. 

"Okay sure thing...Take your time" I said to her coldly as I just sat there and watched the fire some more. I didn't want to make eye contact with her and make her think that I cared because I honestly didn't. 

They came back in like 30 seconds with some glasses filled with Vodka and a bowl of jelly beans. I looked down at the bag of weed and realized just how bad this was. If we got caught tonight we would be in so much trouble but I was trying not to think about that and just live in the moment. 

"Here...I thought you might play something for us since you play..." Denver said to me as he handed me his guitar and I looked at him in shock...He really wanted me to play? He had never even heard me before, I only told him I played the day we met but he had never actually heard me play. 

I bit my finger and said "Um..Well I've never played for people before I usually play for myself...Besides I haven't played in YEARS" I said nervously as I felt my heart beat in my chest. 

Just then before Denver could even say anything back to me Allyson jumped in and said "Oh I just can't wait to hear you play...PLEASE play...I really want to hear you...It can't be that bad" she said deviously. Denver then looked at her sternly and said "Nah it's cool..She said she doesn't really play for people...Just leave it alone Al" 

I appreciated the fact that Denver was actually sticking up for me but I still felt defeated. I wasn't going to just sit here and let her treat me like that I was going to prove her wrong and hopefully make her shut up. "Well...I guess I could play a little something...Have a seat and be my guest" I said as I spread my hand out into the air, welcoming them as if they were an audience. Denver and Allyson sat down, Allyson was watching me but Denver was too busy rolling up some weed to even pay attention to me.

I stood there and held the guitar in my hands, it was heavy so I had to balance it on my leg a little. I started strumming the strings and tapped my foot to create a beat for myself. My fingers were trembling a little and I just hoped to God that I didn't drop the guitar or mess up my fretting. I kept strumming and decided I might as well sing, I was playing one of my favorite songs by Peter Bjorn and John - Let's Call It Off, there was no way I couldn't sing.  " When you decided to knock on my door... Did you remember what happened before... It just didn't sparkle it just didn't grow, some things look better inside of the store" I sang quietly and slowly as I felt my whole body shake, I was shaking so much that my voice cracked from my nervousness but I shook it off and kept singing

. 

I looked over at Allyson and Denver and Denver was blowing smoke out of his mouth from the joint he was smoking. I then felt somewhat better, it was like there was less pressure. Allyson's attentive looks still made me uneasy but I just decided to ignore her. 

"Did you agree we should let it be?" I sang out pleadingly and I felt my heart race even faster, I breathed in heavily and kept playing. 

I thought Denver wasn't listening to me but apparently he was because he joined in and stated singing "And did you agree it's a must...Let's call the whole thing off" Denver sang out  as he released a cloud of smoke from his mouth and he surprisingly had a nice beautiful deep voice that I would've never expected him to have. 

I then began feeling more welcomed and picked up the speed in my playing a little bit and swayed back and forth to the rhythm like a hippie would do. "And not many people who met the same way.... Relations that lasted for more than one day...But I don't wanna know why we couldn't do more...Some things are better to leave unexplored" I sang out brightly with my high pitched soprano voice and I always felt like it was kind of annoying to sing so high like that but I couldn't help it. 

I looked around and felt like I just wanted to stop playing so I cut the song short and just went off on a riff and then ended the song with a graceful strum. I stood there for a moment as the sound of the strummed strings resonated in the air and faded out slowly. "Soo....Uhh...What did you guys think?" I asked eagerly as Denver and Allyson began standing up. 

"It was uhh...Interesting I guess.." She said to me as she looked me up and down. I really wanted to make her go somewhere, she was so rude and annoying. 

Denver let out an aggravated sigh and then said "Ugh! Allyson you're so over critical....I loved it...You have a nice pretty angelic voice...It's cool and different, you're just unique that's all" I didn't know how to take his response either it made me feel strange, was he trying to subliminally tell me I sounded like shit? Oh God I know  I probably did. I wanted to go far away from here, I was dying from embarrassment. 

"Okay fuck this...I'm just going to be honest with you...You sounded like a little girl...You should sing normal instead of singing so high...It makes you sound like you haven't hit puberty yet and it's kind of ridiculous and also who the hell is Peter Bjorn and John?? Maybe you should sing songs people actually know....That's just my advice sweet heart" I stood there in awe, how could someone be so rude? I could NEVER say that to anyone but I guess everyone is different. I wanted to give her a piece of my mind but I just couldn't, I hold it in.

Denver looked around and sighed even more stressfully "Look Al, she doesn't need your input okay  she sounded beautiful and for your info I knew the song...Maybe you should listen to more music instead of all the songs they play on the radio" he said to her and I just stood there quietly, I  didn't really know how to react. 

Just then out of the blue I looked over at Allyson and she had one hand on her stomach and her other hand over her mouth. "I'm gonna barf soon..Denver please take me inside! NOW!" She exclaimed. 

"Well....I guess I have to take her inside...Hold on I'll be back okay" he said to me as he walked over to Allyson and rubbed her back. 

I watched him closely, he surely acted functional... I guess he wasn't that high yet. "Oh...Sure" I replied as I stood there watching them. Karma sure was real because I was seeing it right in front of my eyes. 

Not too shortly after Denver and Allyson disappeared, Denver came back and cracked his knuckles as he said "Damn she sure is heavy" he said while chuckling. I watched him as he walked over to his joint and picked it up and walked closer to me.

He began blowing his smoke in my face, trying to be obnoxious and I turned my face away a little. I had never smelled weed before now and it was surprisingly not as bad as cigarette smoke. There was an herby smell to it but then it smelled kind of citrus-y but I couldn't exactly describe the smell, it was just different. It was very pungent but it had it's own distinct smell and you couldn't really say it smelled like anything, because it really didn't. 

"I bet you won't smoke this you're too much of a good girl to even try it" he said as he laughed. I smiled faintly and said "You're right...I won't smoke that shit, it makes you look like a loser...No offense to you though" 

Denver took a drag from his joint and then looked at me as he exhaled. "I bet you won't even drink some of that vodka over there Ms.Goody-Goody" he sneered as he laughed shortly after. 

"Oh yeah?!?" I said enthusiastically as I teasingly gave him the middle finger and bit my lip. "Watch me" I said as I walked over to the tray of drinks and grabbed one. 

I brung the glass up to my face and poked my tongue out a little just to get a feel for it. I could smell the strong scent of alcohol infiltrate in my nostrils and it was kind of unpleasant. I took a deep breath in held my breath and then took a big gulp. 

I kept holding my breath until I couldn't take it anymore and kept taking gulps of the vodka. I could feel my throat burning from the alcohol and it made me want to throw up, it was so bitter and nothing like what adults made it seem like. 

I stopped drinking for a moment and could feel my throat stinging and aching, I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on swallowing the last bit I had in my mouth but it was really hard. 

I finally gave up and just spat it out. "Agh! That's so fucking gross!" I exclaimed as I held the drink out in front of me while I stuck my tongue out in the air trying to air it out and get the taste of that crap off my tongue. 

"Why do people like this so much? It's so sour and bitter and makes your throat burn" I said confusingly while I looked at the drink. That was the very first time I ever drank and I was pretty damn sure I didn't want to again.

Denver looked at me with wide eyes and put his hand over his mouth while he tried to hold back his laughter. "You're not supposed to drink it that fast and it's pretty good if you mix it with something fruity like punch or something...That way you really don't taste the alcohol...Damn you might get drunk..You know you didn't have to do that for me....I like good girls" he said flirtatiously as he kept trying to hold in his giggles. 

Denver looked behind me and then said "Wanna go on my uncle's boat? I know a way to get you home...It's not too far from your house and it's a quick ride" he said. 

I really couldn't disagree, it was getting super late and I had honestly lost track of the time. "Sure..Why not?" I said to him and then he led the way to the back of the house and he started to unmount the boat. 

We walked up to the boat and Denver decided to tell me a little bit about his family. "My whole family is always in the water, we love boating and I've been doing it ever since I was 11...Me and my uncle would go fishing and I learned how to surf from my dad when I was 12...I just love the water....The only one in my family who doesn't like the water is my aunt...She's weird and just obsessed with her stupid bakery" he said as he was getting the boat ready. I listened but it was kind of hard for me to concentrate, I felt warm inside and I had no idea why but I wasn't freaked out, it just felt really cool.

It wasn't too long until me and Denver were out in the water and he was rowing the boat, it felt like we were in the middle of nowhere but he insisted that he knew where he was going. "Sooo...Let's talk about those muffins" he said to me. 

I was so relaxed and felt so free, being out in the water didn't make it any better I just wanted to get up and dance on this boat but that would probably tip the boat over. "Ohhh yessssss....mmmmm...Those muffins were soooo yummyyyy!" I exclaimed loosely as I giggled under my breath. 

"Yeah well I'm glad you liked them but I sent them because my crazy bitch of a sister was the one that knocked you out...I'm really sorry and hope your not mad at me because I had nothing to do with it.....There's just a lot of drama that has gone on between me and your family and our friends these past few years and I seem to never be able to escape it" he said woefully as he looked down and frowned. 

I looked down too and really didn't have words to say to him, I wasn't mad at him I didn't even know that bitch was his sister. "It's okay...It really hurt you know...My head is just starting to feel better now actually...And I know our families and friends have a long standing feud with each other, my sister hates you and so does David but I have no clue why" I said slowly "I like you though" I added as my voice trailed off and I looked out at the water that surrounded us. It was such a beautiful scenery and something about the water just made everything nice and tranquil, the waves made the boat move up and down which kind of made me a little uneasy and dizzy but I tried to ignore it. You could hear the water splash up against the boat as Denver was paddling and it just added to the ambiance.

Denver looked up at me and smiled. "I like you too Melody, you're shy but you know how to have fun and most of all you're unique" 

I smiled and felt even warmer inside, no one had ever said something like that to me before. I was so used to people telling me how to be and correcting me, mostly my mom but I guess I was pretty cool. "Awww Denver that was so-sooo-soooo super uber sweet...like a cute liwwle cupcake" I said as if I were a parent talking to their child and then giggled some more. 

Denver bursted out laughing and the boat started shaking a little more roughly. "You know you're pretty cute when you're drunk" he told me. 

"Cute is always good! I said quickly while smiling I then went on loosely saying "You know you can't shun me for being dru- drunk when you're hi-hig-high when you're as high as a kite!" I exclaimed loudly after I finally let out my words and made a comprehend-able sentence. "Is something wrong with me? I feel warm and cozzzzzzy inside but tongue feels like it's too big for my mouth" I said confusingly as I chuckled. 

Denver smiled so wide it looked like his lips would fall off his face that night. "You see that's why I'm taking you home tonight....I've smoked weed before I'm fun hun but you on the other hand....That's another story you're really drunk and it's your first time ever drinking but it's okay I'll make sure you get home safe" he said to me in a reassuring mannner as he continued rowing the boat and telling me how funny I was. We were out in the middle of the ocean and I was as drunk as a fish yet I trusted him to bring me home. As soon as I thought about getting home I started thinking about my parents, did they notice I was gone? They usually never noticed anything when Jessica left the house and went to parties, I was pretty sure they wouldn't notice me tonight. If they did it really didn't matter because all I could think about was cupcakes.