“Yeah, I know.” I whisper moving closer and kissing her. What started out as a simple kiss soon becomes a make out session. When we pull apart I rest my forehead against hers. “Do you want to watch another movie?”

“I would but my mom wants to spend some time with her kids. So we’re having dinner together and stuff in about an hour. In fact I should be getting home.” She says giving me a peck on the lips.

“Okay.” I say standing up with her. “So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Yeah, I wish you could spend the night. But my mom says she doesn’t want you around to see her all depressed.” She says laughing a little. “I know she wasn’t planning on me telling you this either.”

“It’s okay, I understand. We all need are time alone.” I say swinging our intertwine hands between us.

“Yeah, she’s probably going around screaming when ever she thinks about my dad. She did that the last time they were fighting.” She says as I take a step closer pecking her on the lips.

“If that’s how she releases what she’s feeling then, let her scream.” I say leaning in to kiss her but she pulls back. “What’s wrong?” I ask her confused.

“Is drinking how you release or what ever?” She asks looking at the floor then into my eyes.     

“What?” I was not at all expecting that question, I guess Glens little joke reminded her of the state I was in when I should up at her door step last night.

“I mean, come on Spencer. I tell you about my… my you know and you go get drunk. Every one of the stories you told me about you getting drunk was after you got into it with someone or you could handle something. So it would only make sense if drinking was your release.” She says all this letting go of my hands and taking a seat on my couch.

“I didn’t drink because of what you told me.” I say running my hands through my hair.

“Then why? You said we don’t lie to each other, so tell me why you got drunk.” I sigh and take a seat next to her.