I giggled and turned away not wanted Jade to think I was a creep for just staring at her.
I couldn't help it though. She was so cute. I hope she's the same person when she's sober.
I wonder if the sun, and the moon are same the person. I mean, you never see them in the sky at the same time. Kind of makes you think, huh?
Anyway, I wanted to talk to her some more so I followed her outside.
I heard Jade speaking, so I listened.
"...adorable. I have to get to know her." I heard her say.
I opened the door and said...
"Get to know who?"
She turned to me, obviously not aware of the fact that she had been talking out loud.
"Ummmm...the...queen of England?"
"Oh my god, me too! I just want to visit her palace! Why do you want to meet her?"
I can't help but think how pretty Jade would look with as a queen.
"Ummm...god save the queen, that's why!"
I giggled "You're cute, and drunk."
"Lies!" She yelled dramatically.
I just shook my head and walked back inside.
As I was my making my back into the living room, I thought I heard Jade outside. She sounded like she was in pain.
I ran back outside, and saw Jade bent over, and holding her stomach.
"Oh my god!" I yelled.
I put my hand on Jade's shoulder.
"Hold on, I'll get a bucket!" I told her.
I turn around, but Jade grabbed my wrist.
I turned to her with a worried expression on my face.
"No. Just help to the backyard." She told me. I obliged, and helped her.
After she was finished throwing up, I handed her a bottle of water, and told her sit down, and relax.
She did, and as I looked around for another chair, I saw a fire pit.
"I have a great idea!"
"Don't we all." Was Jade's response.
She was right. Everybody does have great ideas, I thought as I piled some wood and dry leaves on top of some cinder blocks.
Jade handed me her lighter and I lit one of the leaves on fire, and slowly but surely the entire pile was engulfed in flames.
I sat down next to Jade and smiled.
She put her arm around me, and I felt comfortable enough with her already to rest my head on her shoulder.
Every now and then she would kiss the top of my head, and I just assumed that this is how she always acts when she's drunk.
I still enjoyed it. From time to time I would give her a small kiss on the cheek. And, every time I did she would just turn to me and smile.
I love her smile.