“So Ashley, what’s with the need for comfort food?” What is Aiden talking about?

“What are you talking about Aiden?” I asked Aiden, feeling a bit irritated.

“Well, you’re inhaling the fries like there’s no tomorrow and your gulping down the beer in the same matter. So, put two and two together and I got four!”

“Wow! I’m amaze that you actually know the answer to that.” I told Aiden with a teasing smile. “Why? Do I have to be in some funk to eat french fries?” I said going back to defending my eating habits before drinking down my second beer.

“By the way you’re eating it, then yes!”

“I’m fine.” I said, half heartedly, while eating more fries and drinking half of my second beer. The truth is, I know Aiden is right about fries being my comfort food. I just feel really down when I wasn’t the one who gave Spencer the soda. With everything that happened today I actually forgot that I was here to set them up.

“No, you’re not fine. What’s up, Ash?” Kyla asked me, sitting at the arm of the chair I’m sitting on and rubbing my back.

“I just feel sad, I guess.” I said after jugging down my second beer and eating three fourths of the fries. “You see, Spencer has the hots for Carmen and she asked me to help her get Carmen. That’s what I’m doing right now – I’m helping. But then everytime I see them together, I feel like shit.” When did my tongue get so loose? Am I drunk already after just two beers? “But Spencer needs help so I obliged and you know I will do everything for my girl.” My girl? Where did that come from? I hope they did not catch that. “You see here is what happened…” So I told them everything that happened at school and at Spencer’s house and at the beach today complete with hand gestures and exaggerated expressions. They just sat there and listened to whatever I was saying. Meanwhile, I was multi tasking – I was eating the rest of the fries and downing my third beer. By the end of my monologue I know I was drunk.

“…that is why I am here drinking beer and eating french fries and talking to you two.” I finishes sulking in a sulking manner.