She is
drunk and she hardly realizes it, save the blush in her cheeks, and the confusion inherent in the condition. "I am Irish-Italian," she often says to those that will listen, "so I can not be a lightweight." This is what she said to Trey after she drank one beer and smoked one of his cigarettes and before he kissed her. It has been one week, one week and three days. He has yet to speak a word to her, and she has yet to be okay with it. Part of her thinks, how dare he! he is the one who
kissed me, who said "Actually, you're pretty
gorgeous," and who said that he honestly had feelings. Another part thinks that the first part is overreacting, and that Trey is a good kid. More parts think and scream in her head until she listens to internet radio and smokes weed and drinks cheap beer and pretends not to care.
I always have to pretend not to care.
I just want my best friend back, is that really too much to ask?