Jennifer tried her best to tame the buzzing in her ears and covered her head with the comforter of the bed she laid on. She had gone way too hard the day before, partially upset with not being able to be with the brunette girl, but partially because she had nothing in common with the other bridesmaids that she had been hanging out with, and drinking all the shots and mojitos they had brought her on the beach seemed like the perfect idea.
Fighting off the belch that wanted to escape her chest, the blond rolled onto her stomach and listened to the distant sounds of the television playing in the background. She wasn't going to be able to see the brown eyed beauty until later, and even then she wasn't sure she would be able to even put on a smile for the younger girl because of the summersaults her stomach had decided to do today.
"Jen?"
The blue eyed woman slowly turned her head and peeked out from under the covers, seeing Emily dressed to the nines and slipping off her heels as she walked through the door. "Hey."
Emily smiled gently to the sick woman underneath the covers and set her purse on the end table. "How are you feeling?" she whispered, knowing the older woman had been feeling like crap all day. The teenager gently sat beside the body underneath the covers and let her hand rub along her back. "Did you eat anything?"
"I had those crackers you got me," the blond coughed, feeling the acid from her stomach settling in the bottom of her throat. "Thank you for those."
"Of course, Jennifer."
Jennifer let her entire head come out from underneath the blanket so Emily could run her fingers through her greasy hair, the blue eyed woman not having enough energy to get up and get herself in the shower that day. "Thank you," she almost purred, the tingles from her head running through her body.
The brunette licked her lips, crossing her legs on the bed and leaning back against the headboard. "Do you feel any better at all?"
"Not really."
Emily bit her lip. "I'm sorry you feel so bad."
Jennifer gave a small shrug, nestling up to the younger girl and resting her head on her hip through the sparkling dress. "So why did you come up? I thought you were getting dinner."
"We had it."
The blond frowned, noticing the clock on the end table saying that it was just past eight. "But you went down only a half an hour ago."
Emily gave a shrug, letting her fingers continue to stroke the blond hair of her teacher. "There was a small disagreement and I thought it would be better to get out of there instead of just sit and listen to it."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Why was there an argument?"
The eighteen year old held in her sigh, not wanting to upset the sick woman with her complaints. "Aaron got upset with Courtney."
Jennifer's eyes popped open, her fingers clenching the comforter that covered her as her heart thumped loudly in her chest. "What about?" she almost whispered, afraid for the answer.
"He was really upset that he saw Courtney coming out of your room this morning," the brunette girl shrugged, her voice soft and unaccusing. She wouldn't work herself up and get mad at the blond if she really didn't do anything. "He said he went out to get the breakfast for us and saw you two coming out of your hotel room."
Jennifer fought the nausea that had been sickening her all day and sat up in her bed. "Emily, she didn't spend the night with me."
Emily gave a gentle purse of her lips. "She told me she did. She fell asleep in your bed and you let her stay there." Emily slowly turned her head, nodding the blond beside her. "That was really nice of you."
"Emily, I didn't do anything with her. Ok? You don't think I would, do you?"
The brown eyed girl looked into the older woman's eyes and slowly shook her head. "I was very upset," she answered truthfully, taking the blonde's hand in hers and intertwining their fingers. "I don't think you would do that to me, and I don't think she'd do that either. She may have been upset with me for a while and vice versa, but I think we've moved past that."
Jennifer watched as the brunette girl tried her best to give her a smile. "You're not mad?"
"You didn't do anything. I don't really have a choice to be mad." Emily leaned her head back against the headboard, staring at the television across from them. "Aaron was in the wrong for telling me the way he did, but I get why he assumed what he did. I would have done the same thing."
"But you're not mad?"
Emily tilted the older woman's head up and pressed a kiss to her lips.
Jennifer smiled gently "I taste like throw up, don't I?"
"Not at all," the teen whispered, getting herself under the covers and cuddling the blond from behind once she was turned on her side. "You ready for bed?"
"If you are," Jennifer smiled into her pillow, letting Emily wrap her arms around her waist and spoon her to sleep.
