3 a.m.
We were halfway into the movie when the front door banged open startling the quiet. I jumped startled.
"God Marie! Do ya have to come in like that?" Cherie asked looking to the side.
"Well I'm sorry," a female voice said.
"Don't scare her."
Cherie looked at me; "sorry about that. You alrite?"
"Yeah I'm. Good."
Although I was starting to feel a little sick. I put the drink I was holding on the coffee table.
I looked to the side where a young woman who looked exactly like Cherie was standing w/ 4 other people her age.
"Close the door you're letting in the draft," Cherie told her.
The room was made colder by the cold air coming in from outside.
"Sorry," one of the guys standing w/ the people said.
The door slammed shut behind him.
"Marie," Cherie said.
The blonde looked at her; "yeah?"
"This is my friend from school Louisa. Louisa, this is my twin Marie," Cherie introduced.
"Hi nice to meet you," I told her.
"You too you're pretty," she told me.
I smiled; "thanks. Um. You too.
"Looks like you chose a good one. How's Mom?" Marie asked her sister.
"The same."
"Oh."
She and the people came into the room setting their stuff everywhere.
"Well we're going to cook ya want anything?" Marie asked going to the kitchen.
"Now?" Cherie asked obviously surprised.
"Yes now. Now do you want anything or not?"
"No."
Cherie stood going to the kitchen.
"How was the club and did you bring my book?" she asked her sister.
"Good and still in the car."
"The one thing I asked you to do," Cherie was annoyed.
"Dude don't trip out. Danll get it."
Marie turned to a guy on her left; "hon wouldya get the book?"
"y
Yeah sure," he replied; "keys?"
"Coffee table."
He got the car keys from the coffee table and left.
"I didn't ask for Dan to get the book I asked for you to get the book," Cherie said.
"Don't you trust him?"
"That's not the point and you know it."
Meanwhile I was still feeling sick on the couch.
Another guy came over to the couch and sat on the edge of the coffee table.
"Hey, David," he introduced peering into my eyes; "Louisa right?"
"Um," I swallowed my nausea, "yeah."
"You don't look so good you alrite?"
"Um. I'm a little sick."
"She means she's dru-unk," Marie said.
"Shut up," Cherie told her sister.
Tears sprang to my eyes.
"Sorry about that she can be kindof rude. She's like the other, Marie," David told me.
"Thanks," I managed.
"Sure."
I didn't know what being drunk felt like since I never had been before.
"I don't know what being drunk feels like," I said.
David looked at the half empty Malibu on the table and then at me.
"How many of these have you had?" he asked.
"Uh. that's my 4th."
"Yeah. You're drunk."
Oh god.
"But I was the one who chose to…."
"No I got it you're fine."
"Ok."
He turned to the kitchen.
"Cherie. Will ya and come help your friend instead of arguing w/ your sister?" he told her.
Cherie looked at me wide eyed; "oh shit I totally forgot. Omygod I am so sorry man. Thanks Dave."
She came over to the table and took the glass off the table.
"No more malibus for you kitten," she proclaimed, "cmon lets get you to the bathroom. Can you stand ok?"
She handed the glass to Dave who took it.
"Hey Marie ya want a drink?" he asked her standing.
Cherie came to my side and helped me stand. We went into the bathroom where I promptly emptied my insides.
"Omygod I feel awful," I said.
"Yeah well that's what being drunk feels like man," she told me.
"I'm drunk here do you mind?"
She sighed; "I'm sorry. It's not your fault."
"Yeah me too."
"Y'know. It's funny. Mom drinks and yet when we do she trips out over it. Which is why we can't let her know."
"I keep secrets."
"No I didn't mean you."
"Oh."
"Hey I'll be right back I'm gonna get you some sprite."
"Ok."
She left.
4 a.m.
It was about an hour later. We were in the bathroom. Marie and her friends were in the living room eating the 'dinner' they'd cooked earlier and watching the DVD. The bathroom door was closed. I was unexpectedly in Cherie's arms. The house was quiet. I was on my 2nd cup of sprite drinking it slowly. Being in her arms felt nice.
"Hey," I said.
"Hm?" she said from behind me.
"What did you sister mean by 'you picked a good one' ?"
"Oh that.
"Yeah."
"Well for the longest time I've wanted a girlfriend."
"Oh. So then are we…?"
"Well if you want to be. I mean we seem to have really it off."
"I've never had a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend for that matter."
"Oh wow. I've never had a girlfriend either and even when I have it wasn't really. It didn't really count. Either we fought or she was only using me for drugs. Or something."
Then it's a good thing I didn't do drugs.
"So I mean I have but I. haven't."
"Yeah I get it."
I settled back into her arms and took another sprite.
"Thanks for the. You know. Sprite and everything," I told her.
"Sure."
"David's nice."
"Yeah he's very nice. My sister on the other hand is not exactly the nicest person sometimes."
"Yeah I've gathered."
"She's as annoyed by Mom as I am. Only she deals w/ it by not being here."
"Oh."
A pause then…"hey you ever been kissed? By someone who matters I mean. n
Not, like your parents. Well they matter just…." Cherie asked.
"No."
I got what she was saying.
"So my 1st kiss is going to be a drunken one?" I asked.
"If you want it to be."
"Um. Ok."
She slowly lowered me to the hard tile floor and kissed me.
