A few minutes later as I was brooding deeply, a dark shadow was cast over my seat, made by someone standing right against the window. It was her, she looked down at me, her face a mask, void of all the emotion that I had once been able to read so easily. I jumped, from my seat, from everything. I grabbed my beer and headed through the door’s to where the other half of the party was, she’d seen me now there was no use in hiding, but if I stayed alone that’s when it was dangerous.

I tapped Jenny on the shoulder and her elfin eyes were on me immediately, she had known it was me. I stared at her asking ‘how could you?’ with a look. She looked back at me stubbornly and asked ‘how could I not?’. I dropped my gaze, Jenny had this affect on me, I could never, ever be truly mad at her. I could be mean, and say hurtful things in time’s of anger, but we both knew it affected neither of us because I had never, nor would I ever be, mad at Jenny Schecter, or mean any of the nasty things I said.

“I’m gunna fucken get you back for this,” was all I said. And even to my ear’s it sounded like an empty threat. She smiled and wrapped and arm comfortingly around my neck, resting her head against me as she listened to Moira with a dreamy look in her eyes. When Moira was done her story of how she and Jenny met- and I have to say, even I was impressed- Jenny spoke up.

“I know you don’t do birthdays, but we have to open presents,” Jenny said pleadingly, holding onto the opening’s on either side of my rock styled suit jacket.

“No fucken way,” I said and shook my head, eyebrows raised in what I knew was a stubborn look.

“Sorry, you have to!”

“Jenny, I’m not ***** around, god please!” I pleaded as she dragged me to the table where my friends sat. There was a lot of people at the party at least 60, thank god they weren’t all here for me. “No, no, no, no, no!” I whispered pleadingly in her ear. “***** Jenny, I’m begging you here!”