I take another and it goes on and on. I dunkenly walk over and turn the music on. Some time in the process of all this, I took off my shorts off. I stop pouring shorts and just drink out of the bottle. I jump up on his kitchen counter and begin to dance a little to the music. So drunk, it is unbelieveable.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
Somewhere along the way, I strip of my shirt but leave everything else on. I smile and drink some more as she drunkly dances atop the counter. Chuckling, I hiccup some more and begin to get slightly dizzy, "I-I... won. Yes, I won."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I show him the bottle in my hand. " I am still drinking." I say. I take a large swig and dance again. "We can say you won though. I will forget in the morning. I jump down and look at him. "When did you get so sexy?" I ask, kissing his neck playfully.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I smile and close my eyes, chuckling and trying to think up an answer to her question, "I think it happened at the end of the last bottle, but puberty might have helped too. You, though. God, you have always been so sexy."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. — Anne Lamott
