Jade's POV:
Sundays usually always go by in a blur. It doesn't matter how awake in the morning I am, who I am hanging with or what I am doing, I never cared much for it. For the most part, I blamed my partisan attitude towards Sundays on the fact that usually, Saturdays were full of drinking or events that wore me out.
Unfortunately, that's how I spent yesterday with Val.
I had taken the opportunity while Val was showering after coming back from Dave and Buster's to steal a bottle of Bacardi from my aunt's mini-bar that she had constructed in the basement of the house. I chose a pint-size bottle and tried to finish it in a reasonable time so that I didn't throw up from the burning sensation. Afterward, I went to my aunt's bathroom so I could use her mouthwash to hide the smell. When I was sure it was hidden I went back to my aunt's mini-bar and stole a standard bottle of rum, to share with Val. I also made sure to get different juices so that Val could mix her alcohol if she wanted to. I normally drank it straight but I knew not many people like doing that after a while.
When I had everything set up in my room, I looked for different movies to watch with Val. I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable or feel weird about kissing me, so when she reappeared in my room, I tried to act as normal as possible.
The alcohol I had drunk earlier had helped to keep me calm so when Val joined me on my bed, I was relieved that she responding to me normally. We had spent the rest of the night watching movies and me mixing drinks for Val. I didn't want her to get drunk but I also didn't stop her when she asked for more drinks. Unlike her though, I only had two or three drinks since I had already drunk beforehand.
Halfway through one of the movies we were watching though, I had to put the alcohol away as Val started to feel slightly ill. Having drunk as much alcohol as I have in the past, I knew once a person started to feel ill or throw up that it was a sign that they could be getting alcohol poison. I remembering taking a last big shot before trying to control the situation again. I remember getting Val water and making her drink it slowly. Not knowing Val for that long I didn't know what kind of drunk she was, whether she was lightweight or not, so I made sure she was well hydrated before she went to sleep.
The next day, I learned she was the type to get a headache in the morning whereas I was the type to feel my heart beating slowly as if it was trying it's hardest to function properly. That Sunday we spent it staying inside and trying to recover. I wasn't bothered by this though as I said before, Sundays were always a blur to me anyway.
When Monday rolled around and we were getting dressed for school, I could tell that Val was glad to be back to feeling normal. I, on the other hand, was still thinking about Saturday's kiss and whether or not she wanted to talk about it.
Val wasn't the first friend I had that I've kissed. I have had my fair shares of exchanges with my group in my old school, but we all knew where we stood with each other. There were couples within the group like Jamie and Tiffany, but they didn't mind if they locked lips within the group of friends. They didn't, however, have a polyamory relationship or open one and the extend of the affection they gave to others was just making out. Nevertheless, though, it was very rare that they kissed anyone besides each other.
With Val though, I didn't know her mentality towards that kind of stuff, so instead of asking, I chose to instead ponder on it by myself. The thought of it though was enough for me to grab the bottle of alcohol from last night and put the rest in two water bottles to take with me to school when she was in the bathroom. I also went back to the minibar and stole another bottle, causing me to make a mental note to replace them. My aunt didn't mind if I drank, but I knew she wouldn't be to thrill in knowing how much I was drinking. Her mentality towards the situation is that she rather I do it safely than to do it irresponsibly. She also knew that I was going to drink regardless and she feared I would push her away if she was too strict with me.
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