My Fish's Name is Not Bob
an excerpt

“It’s so damn cold outside. At least put a coat on.”
Exhale. “Yeah.”
Fine. That’s just fine. You’ve got a point.
She’d agreed to it. Half-heartedly at least. And it was only because of him really. He made her do stupid things. Not on purpose. Just because he was he and she was she.
Drinking was really over-rated. And over publicized. And really blown out of proportion. This…was not all the great.
She sat on the front stoop wishing she’d worn more pants (who wears more than one pair of pants though?). She hated throwing up. Two shots and a can later, her stomach reversed itself. She had managed to demonstrate how well she had learned to down a drink, but it was mainly because she couldn’t stand the taste and tried to bypass that portion altogether.
Maybe it was an acquired taste and she hadn’t given it enough time. She was trying to rationalize this; make it work. Any experience he gave to her…she just wanted to like it. It was some sort of coping mechanism she’d managed to develop over the years. It worked. Sort of.
Cold. Jesus Christ it was cold. Inhale. It helped clear her head and it quelled her stomach for the time being. Woke her up and helped her see again…think again. But she didn’t have anything to think about. She just wanted to find a bathroom, take a shower, climb into a bed (didn’t matter who’s) and sleep until the sun woke her up. She was pretty certain she’d karate chop any alarm clock that woke her up in the morning.
“You need to drink some water.”
Oh it’s inevitable. He sat down on the stoop, just in time to remind her why she was here. He was cute wasn’t he?
He’d told her he’d take care of her. He wasn’t usually a liar.
“So…you can chug in reverse… that’s cool.”
Always making jokes. Part of her wanted to punch him in the face (that was the part of her that threw up and barely managed to get her hair out of the way). The other part just wanted to lean up against him and keep breathing in the cold air.
Warm boys win out over broken noses.
“Drink it. You’ll thank me in the morning.”
Yeah. Maybe.
She was falling. Asleep. In love? It happens.