adorn II

14 pt. 2

cindys pov
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| friday september 11 2:32 AM |

"ouch" i slur as i stumble outside onto the back porch. i grab my knee that hit the side of the door frame. it barely hit it, i don't know why i was even acting like it hurt. i turn around and fully close he door before turning back around to see jack sitting down at the small couch out here. "oh hey" i smile, waving at him as i watch him bring the bottle of beer up to his lips and begin to chug it. when he's done he he looks over at me and gives me a weak smile before he widens his eyes and furrows his eyebrows . "are you drunk?" he laughs some, like he couldnt believe it. he probably thinks i'm some prude when in reality, i'm not. "Are you?" i question, lifting and raising my eyebrows at him a few times as i change the question around on him. he laughs at me and shrugs. "shit, i might be" he laughs again. hearing him laugh made me smile. it's been a while since i've heard that laugh.

"your laugh" i point out causing him to furrow his eyebrows. "i missed it" i add honestly making him smile. you could tell his smile was one of the ones that was hard to hold back. i start to drunkenly walk over towards the couch he was sitting on, hoping he'd scoot over some to give me an area to sit at. thankfully, he moves over and pats the spot next to him. it slightly took me by surprise. part of my actually believed he'd scoff at me or be a prick about it like he has over most things every time we've seen each other. "why?" he laughs some at my words. "it's just my laugh" he shrugs, looking over at me. he didn't sound rude when he said it, just genuinely curious as to why i'd miss it.

"it reminds me of all the good times me and you had" i answer with out skipping a beat. it wasn't a lie. it does. it brings up all the good times from him teaching me how to make out and all the way to our races to the car...races he practically won every single time, no matter how hard i'd try. the first few times he'd kiss my neck and i'd laugh from how much it tickles... he'd laugh so hard at my reaction which made the moment even more memorable. his laugh that he let out when he didn't want to was always the best thing to listen to. it wasn't forced, it was sincere and real. it was the laugh that exposed his dimples more and made his eyes close more than the others did. "i'm really sorry" he shakes his head like he was embarrassed over something. the mood changes as i look over at him with furrowed eyebrows. "what?" i ask, i was confused as to why he'd even say it.  did he mean he was sorry for all the good times... it'd be kind of awkward for me to say that and him say he's sorry for all of it as if it didn't even mean anything.

"for regina. she left earlier so there won't be anymore problems" he tells me, looking over at me as he was talking. i didn't know what to say. what was i supposed to say? 'i'm glad she left' ? i'm sure he knows that's how i feel, especially after all the things she's done the past few times we've all been together. every way she's acted has been inappropriate and extra. it was unnecessary, even when we had sophia around. at least she's with nias mom and got to miss the situation from earlier, i wished i was there with her when regina decided to make the whole ordeal bigger than what it actually even is earlier. "it's okay?" i tell him, it came out as more of a question than anything i had intended it to be... but then again i don't even know how i was trying to say it. "it's not... she made you uncomfortable... i didn't like it if i'm being honest" he shakes his head at my response. "here" he tells me after leaning out in front of him and grabbing a beer. he hands it to me and i reluctantly grab it, despite how drunk i already am.

he grabs one for himself and holds his drink up like he was preparing a toast after opening it. i do the same and laugh as he looks like he was thinking of what to say. he was so focused it actually made him look more attractive. "i've been a dick lately... and i'm sorry for that too... so, to new beginnings?" he says as if he was usure of what to prepare a toast to. "what about rekindling an old friend ship?" i smile, trying to suggest something other than the basic new beginnings toast. "to rekindling old friendships" he smiles back, showing his dimples. it showed me it was a real smile. it wasn't forced like the ones he's been giving me. i love that one. the feeling it gave me felt like butterflies almost, which wasn't necessarily an odd feeling to get when it comes to jack. it felt nice. we clink our beers together and take a drink right after.