Ocean Eyes

#13 - Jenna

"Ready for our movie night?" Jenna asked me chirpily as she sat down next to me on her couch. "Hell yes," I responded immediately. It had been a busy week at the campground, and I hadn't got to see her that often. She went swimming and boating with us sometimes, but only when her parents were away and had asked Mom and Dad to look after Jenna while they were gone. They were usually gone far too often, but not that week.

Jenna got up to stick a disc in the DVD player. I smiled in contentment as the opening messages for Grownups 2 started to play. She hurried back to the couch. I didn't know why. It wasn't like the movie was going to start very soon. We had a lot of previews to get through first.

I stood up and headed to the kitchen, leaving my girlfriend of three weeks on the couch. I grabbed chips and cookies and the donuts that she had sneaked from her mother's purse.

"Hey, are you getting snacks and stuff?" Jenna called from the living room. "Yeah!" I called back. "Do you want anything?" "Would you grab me a bottle of wine while you're in there, baby?"

I felt my skin prickle. Up until that point, I didn't know that Jenna drank. Of course, I'd seen people drink before. Hell, my own father had at least two glasses of bourbon every night. But I'd never been close with anyone who drank illegally. I'd especially never been in a relationship with one.

Admittedly, I hadn't been in too many relationships at all before Jenna. There was one boy that I'd had a crush on in third grade, and we dated. But after a while of it, I decided I didn't like dating someone, and dumped him. Little did I know that it wasn't that I didn't like dating someone. It was that I didn't like dating a boy.

After third grade, I never dated another person until sixth grade. In sixth grade, everyone around me was getting boyfriends and girlfriends. It seemed like all of the girls were dating someone. Desperate to fit in, I allowed my friend to ask out a boy that I truly had no desire to even be friends with for me. Soon after that, we started dating.

Dating him wasn't very pleasant. He wasn't popular, obviously, and I felt that my social status had actually dropped due to my new relationship. I didn't like him at all, and in my opinion, he took things much too fast. It wasn't even an hour after we began dating that he wanted to hold my hand, and it wasn't even a full day before he said that he loved me. I was so surprised by it that I couldn't manage to choke out the words to say back. Looking back on that now, I'm very glad that I never said it to him. Love means more to me than that.

The guy dumped me after a few days, and I was honestly relieved. I hadn't wanted to break up with him, but I definitely didn't want to stay in that relationship.

Soon after that, in the middle of my seventh grade year, I began to suspect that I liked girls. By the last day of school, I thought I was bisexual. By the beginning of our vacation at the lake, I knew that I was a lesbian and had came out to my parents and my best friend at the time, Courtney.

Jenna was the only person that I had ever dated that actually meant something to me. Determined to hold off any judgment towards her, I pulled a bottle of strawberry wine from her fridge and added it to my food pile before making my way out of the kitchen and into the living room.

I sat down next to Jenna, handing her the wine and cracking open the donut package. She looked over at exactly the right time to see me stuff a huge glazed donut into my mouth. I blushed in embarrassment. I wasn't trying to be rude; I had missed breakfast and lunch and was so hungry, I felt I could eat the paint off of the walls.

I expected Jenna to scold me for eating like that, but instead she just laughed and ruffled my hair. "You," she said, turning her face back to the TV, "are as adorable as adorable can be."

I smiled at her, and she smiled lovingly down at me as I flipped my body so that my head was in her lap.

"You know, you're going to choke on a chip if you lay like that," Jenna warned. I rolled my eyes and laid back on her stomach. She shook her head and began petting my hair as the movie began.