Recollections

The Time We Had A Sleepover

The Time We Had A Sleepover
(song of the chapter: You're the One That I Want (slow version) // Jennie Renlund)

Austin invited me to spend the weekend at his place for no apparent reason. Not that I'm complaining, it's just unexpected is all. We haven't had very much alone time together considering we haven't decided to tell anyone on our pending relationship status still.

With my indigo duffle bag slung over my shoulder, I make my way towards the front door.

"Where are you going again?" Elena inquired.

Not wanting to lie, I switched on my sarcastic tone. "Don't worry about it, Mother." I teased, by subtly comparing her nosy behavior to that of a parents. Rather than genuinely answering Elena's question, I shot her a wink and let myself out.

**

As I step foot into Austin's apartment, my eyes are met with bottle after bottle of wine. Austin is standing in the kitchen and I point to the five bottles of alcohol he has lined up. "How'd you know?" I jokingly asked.

"Cheap wine, it's your favorite." A chuckles rumbles behind his words and I peck him softly on the lips as a greeting. "You know me so well."

The night progresses and so does our drinking. Between the two of us, we have a bottle and a half of the cheap wine downed within two hours. Austin has become inexplicably relaxed and I've grown obnoxiously giggly.

"I have an idea!" Austin blurts out. "Let's build a fort!"

Energy is bursting through me and I leap up onto the couch and begin hopping up and down like a seven year old. Jutting my hand out towards Austin, I point my index finger at him. "Baby, you're a freaking genius!" I scream.

Austin runs out of the living room and down the hall. When he returns he has an armful of blankets. Some of them slip out of his grasp on his run back, so I hop off of the couch and run to fetch the sheets that have fallen. He tosses the blankets in a heap on the living room floor. Together we begin tying corners to make mega-sized blankets and tucking sheets and covers all over his living room.

It probably takes us double the amount of time it would've taken had we both been sober, but neither of us complains. Instead we wing our way through the fort building and when we've determined the homemade tent is sturdy enough, we climb inside. Austin had the genius idea to drape one of the sheets over the television set, so we can watch t.v. under here.

"What should we bring inside here?" I giggle, looking around the inside of our newly crafted shelter. The lights in the living room are still on, so from inside of here the lights are casting a blue tint because of the sheets.

"Oh, I know!" Austin scrambles out of the tent on his hands and knees. He's gone for a few minutes, but when he returns he has the bottle of wine that's still half full, plastic cups, and the duvet from his bed.

Together we stretch the duvet out and lay atop of it side by side. Austin pours some of the mediocre wine into each of the cups and passes one to me. My lips slurp up the wine as if my life depends on it and a soothing, warm sensation flushes through my chest.

I lie back and my head hit the carpet. "Babe, you didn't bring pillows." I start to laugh but a hiccup interrupts. Setting my drink down, I leave the tent and prance to Austin's room to grab pillows. Two of them are tucked under my right arm, one under my left, and the fourth pillow is clamped between my thighs making me waddle like a penguin so I don't drop it before I reach the living room.

One by one I toss the pillows into the fort and then I climb inside behind them. Austin is already setting them up for us by the time I've gotten inside. The television is turned on and I noticed its playing the main menu for a horror movie.