Bette felt something fall on her face, it was light and scratchy. She opened her eyes and a spinning splitting ***** bad headache met her. Groaning she reached up and picked up the light and scratchy thing, it was a leaf. Bette looked around, her head throbbing, and realized they were still on the bench. She was sitting but leaning against Tina who was snoring loudly, her mouth open for all the bugs. Bette looked around, saw a group of kids laughing at them from across the street. Her head hurt, but not so bad anymore now that she was awake, thank god they didn’t drink. She felt slightly sick, she swallowed the bile and smoothed her shirt, it was all messed. Bette stood up and checked their purses, thank god everything was still there. She sat back down and turned to Tina. She wished she had a camera, Tina looked so funny. Bette nudged, softly then gently then really hard. Tina came awake and immediantly jumped up..”don’t worry i checked them both no one stole anything…we’re lucky”  Tina cracked a smile and they both laughed. It was all so *****’ funny. They staggered to Tina’s car where they found a parking ticket…Tina cursed and crumpled it up, throwing it in the gutter. Bette got in and warmed up her hands, it was just getting light…it was 4 a.m. Tina yawned and Bette yawned with her..”Why don’t we go to my house Bette, i have a fireplace..” Bette hesitated at first, realizing it was saturday now.. mmm…yea she supposed it was ok. But she had to remind herself that they were getting to know each othert, they made the mistake before with ***** first. Bette wanted to do it right this time, she wanted to be a good person….a good girlfriend.

 Tina’s place WAS warm, she cranked up the heat and Bette helped put wood in the fireplace..a real fireplace. Funny Bette never noticed it before, she blushed remebering what she was doing instead. Tina came in from the kitchen with two mugs of hot chocolate, Bette took the quilt that was on T’s couch and brought it to the hearth. They leaned againt the longside of the armchair facing the fire, sipping there hot chocolate and joking aobut how fucked up they were last night. “Jeez that was the firs time ina awhile…man i couldn’t even think straight and my hands kept on shaking”  “Bette…you were so paranoid, that was so funny…your a paranoid smoker, you know what that means?   “what?”  “your so into controlling yourself and whats around you that when you get high you panic when you feel that losing control feeling”   “yea…yea your right, it was hard to even think properly”  Tina leaned her head on Bette’s shoulder, they stopped shivering and started into the flames. Bette felt herself waver between sleep and wakefulness.