When Life Gives You Lemons

6. Problem Solving

I stumbled out of the car, nearly falling flat on my face in the driveway. I'd never felt so out of it in my life. The entire world was spinning faster than I could keep up with it, and inanimate objects seemed to enjoy jumping at me and then laughing about my being startled.

I didn't like it. It wasn't funny. But I couldn't stop giggling. Miah came around from the other side of the car and picked me up off the ground. She put my arm around her neck and helped me through the door.

I looked at the frustrated expression on her face; did she have four eyes..? What the hell was wrong with me?

Miah opened the door with her free hand and hauled me inside. She continued through the house until she came to my room, where she was quite happy to drop me on the bed.

Jack appeared in the doorway and began talking with Miah. The room was spinning and swirling... I thought I was going to be sick.

Jack nodded and Miah disappeared down the hall. He closed the door behind him and sat on the bed beside me.

He stroked my face with the back of his hand. "Hey, Sarah, how are you doing?" he said like I was four.

I burst out into giggles. "Better now that you're here."

He smiled and laughed softly. I grabbed him and pulled him over on top off me and started kissing him furiously. It seemed perfectly fine to me, but he didn't think so.

Jack pulled away and pinned me down by the shoulders. "What are you doing?"

I giggled again, reaching down to unbutton his pants so I could pull them down with my toes. "Trying to have my way with you."

He took one hand off me and held my hands tightly together in his. "This isn't like you..."

"There are lots of side to me you don't know yet... do you want to get to know them?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because your stoned out of your mind from the drugs the doc gave you." he said.

"I am not." I argued. I wasn't stoned, I was just in an unusually good mood.

"Oh, yes, you are." he said. "You have more morals when you're sober."

"I am sober. I've only ever been sober."

"I have my doubts about that..." he mumbled.

I growled at him. "Please just stop objecting and just do me already."

He sighed angrily. I couldn't figure out why he was being like this. "Fine. Now are you absolutely sure that you want to do it right now?"

"One hundred percent - yes!" I groaned.

He lifted himself off of me and rolled off the bed. "I'll be right back. I have to go get... something."

I grinned ear to ear and nodded. What to do now? Wait? I guessed so. But I could also get ready - take my clothes off - or would he take care of that? Whatever, it would just waste time. I stripped down to nothing and hopped under the sheets.

He came back, opening the door just enough to slip through before closing it behind him. Jack held in one hand his pants, and with the other hand, held up a towel that was wrapped around him from the waist down.

He tossed his jeans on the dresser and pulled away the sheets. He dropped the towel and climbed in, pulling the sheets over him.

He pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me as good as he could manage and pulled us tight to each other.