Trouble Brewing

(MARI VAZQUES)

As we wait sitting for the girls to show up, me and Dee can feel our eyes getting heavier and heavier by the minute. Time seemed to be moving slow. Deena laid down on my lap to get some sleep. Out of all of us, she is the one who needs the rest. I would rather not have a half dead driver taking us back home. In her sleep she was so peaceful, and elegant. Yet after a while she starts drooling, and worse she laughs. Don't get me wrong however, it is cute, just not something you want to hear at twelve in the morning. I had too many sleepovers with this girl to know.

Lason entered once he saw how passed out Dee was. He took a seat right in front of me on the coffee table. His eyes were glued on to mine, oh no, not again. I reverted from his glance, and just kept looking down at Dee before this got even more uncomfortable. I could sense that Lason was snickering at me for turning away, I returned my attention to him, and sure enough he was.