As I looked across the bed toward Craig, who examined his cards suspiciously, I couldn't tell what he was thinking. By the way his face was set up, confused, thinking way too hard on his own hand, I couldn't tell if he actually had something good, or whether he was bullshitting. Either way, he was taking way to long to decide. He began to take one card out of his hand, but then placed it back in his hand.
"Will you just discard already?" I asked. "Or do something for god's sake!"
Craig looked up from his hand. "Gin, takes a lot of time and patience. In which you have neither."
I glared at him, which only made him laugh. "I have very good patience thank you very much."
Craig only smiled and placed a card down in the pile. I looked at my hand and picked up the card. I realized my face was showing my next move.
"Gin." I said as I sighed in relief, placing my cards on the bed.
Craig's face looked appalled. "No way!"
He reached over and took my cards off his black comforter to examine them. When he finished he placed our cards on the bed, lying on his side, propping his head up with one hand.
"Damn." He mumbled.
I smiled. "You just take to long, to much strategy. You just have to wing it."
Craig shook his head. "Well when you 'wing it' you take to many chances at losing."
"Yeah, but who's won the last three games of gin?" I asked slyly. "Oh that's right, me?"
Craig smiled. "I guess you do have a point."
I shrugged. "I always have a point, what are you talking about?"
Craig took the cards off the bed and began to shuffle them. "Another hand?"
"Craig, it's almost one in the morning." I whined. "I don't think I could stay awake to beat your butt again."
Craig shook his head. "Oh, I'll beat you this time. One more hand."
I got up from his bed and stretched my legs. I could hear the adults downstairs, laughing, listening to the upbeat sound of the Zit Remedy that came out of the stereo, and probably drinking something Joey had concocted.
Craig grinned. "By the way it sounds from down there; I think you'll be here for awhile."
I rolled my eyes. "I think so too."
I lay down on the floor, tucked a pillow under my head, and peered up at Craig's ceiling. "The summer is only beginning."
"You make it sound like its going to be torture." Craig laughed.
"Summer is always boring. Nothing to do but sit in front of the air conditioner all summer."
Craig sat up in his bed. "Is that why you're so boring all the time?"
I glared at him and threw my pillow at him.
"I was kidding Em." Craig said in an apologetic manner.
He lay back down on his bed near the edge to look at me.
"You've changed a lot, do you know that?" Craig stated in almost a whisper.
I looked at him intensely, not in agitation, but in agreement. "I know."
"You can be so free spirited, but then so uptight at the same time." Craig stated sadly.
I nodded. "I can thank you for the free spirited part."
Craig's frown turned upside down at this point. "What can I say; I'm the king of spirit!"
I began to laugh; tears began to form in my eyes. "I bet the cheerleaders would love to have you on the squad!"
Craig began to laugh too. "I wouldn't go that far."
We both continued to laugh hysterically. It seemed like everything had stopped and it was just us as we laughed our hearts out. It seemed like nothing could happen to destroy the life I had. I had the greatest parents, the sweetest best friend anyone could ask for, and the life any girl would want. But everything changed that night and nothing would ever be the same.
Okay I know this chapter isn't very long. But the chapters do get longer and hopefully better for you guys. There's alot more that comes from this story so please keep reading! I have about 7 chapters done so, you guys won't have to wait very long like usual when I write! Please R&R!
