In One Year

Jaiden

She finally fell asleep. I was expecting her to lose steam at the party, but it was like the more she was there the more she charged. She was the little social butterfly when over stimulated by her surroundings. but I do not understand the big deal with that stupid Pringles can. It was a fight getting her to give that up.

Despite my annoyance at Brandon and Christopher for getting her drunk she was adorable. She giggled at almost everything and nothing. The girl did not hold alcohol well, she was swaying after the first beer. And If I had found her before she left the kitchen, I would not have let her play beer pong.

Finally pulling into the garage I tried to shake her awake with no luck, she was out cold. Making my way to her side I managed to get her out and picked her up. Putting her on my front so I could have one hand to maneuver I felt her shift closer and sigh. Glad to know I am comfortable to sleep on.

“Come on, time for bed.”

“I’m not ready for bed, need to take a shower.” She mumbled.

“Oh, your awake. Wanna walk? If you can get yourself upstairs, I let you take a shower.”

Trying to set her down she just tightened her grip on my neck. I will take that as a no.

“I thought so, just be quiet, you are a little pain you know that?” Making my way into her room I plopped her on the bed and went into the closet to find her something more comfortable. Grabbing a sweatshirt and athletic shorts I went back to find her struggle with her shoes.

“Here, just let me.” Huffing she held her foot out to me with a look.

“You know if we had met under different circumstances, you are totally my type, well beside the fact that you like being around people.” Startled I looked up from her shoes and met her eyes. She looked completely serious about that.

“I can’t say the same, but you’ve rubbed off on me. I typically prefer girls who are taller and less of a hermit.” I just wanted to tease her a bit, but I guess she did not think it was funny and tried to kick me.

“I’m not a crab. And If I wear heels, I’m 5’4. So, I’m not that short.” Those must be some tall shoes.

“I was teasing now sit still and let me have the other shoe.” Finally finishing that task, I turned to give her some privacy and looked for a glass for some water she was going to need some Tylenol in the morning that is for sure.

“I’m done.”

Turing back to find her cross-legged in the middle of the bed struggling with her hair I could help but smirk. The girl was a mess. An adorable mess, but a mess all the same.

“You really are something were your hairbrush.” She pointed to her bag on the vanity, grabbing it I sat hind her and worked to get the hair band out of her nest of hair.

“You can do hair.”

“Yeah, my ex let me mess with her hair.” Ivy’s hair was not difficult but she some how got it tangle from trying to yank out her tie. After retrieving the band, I worked the nots out a section at a time.

“You really have a lot of hair, have you ever cut it?”

She shook her head no. “My mom had long hair like mine, and I look like her with it long I don’t want to cut it.”

We did not talk much after that. Finishing her hair, I put it in a quick braid and put the brush back. By the time I finished cleaning up She was softly snoring on the covers of the bed. She had not even bothered getting under the covers. Grabbing a blanket from the ottoman I draped it over her.

“Good night Ivy.”

“Night” was her soft reply.

Making my way back to my room, the days events rushed back to be, and I was exhausted. Running after her half the night was a foot for even me. She had the energy of a 3-year-old in bursts. Dragging I barely got out of my cloths and into bed before I was out. I am looking forward to sleeping in.