April's POV
Lauren and I were now three sheets to the wind. We had been drinking cocktails for about 3 hours in the blazing sun. After our serious talk we moved on to safer subjects. We spent a little bit of time talking about my Dad and wondering if he was still alive. If he was, we figured he wouldn't have much longer. Lauren suggested that maybe I seek some therapy for myself. It seemed to have worked wonders for her but I wasn't very good at the whole talking thing. She'd laughed at that and told me it was impossible for her to shut me up. I could talk for England when it came to non-serious stuff, but sharing feelings was not really my bag.
"So?" She said as she drank her millionth cocktail
"So?" I repeated back like a little parrot.
"Why do you reckon you managed to shi
