You've been weird all night

" you've been weird all night," he says.

"I have not. You've been werid since you got home," i recount.

It could go like this all night, but I give into it and ask why he thinks i've been acting weird.

"You put Baileys in your coffee and you've had two smirnoffs," he answers.

"so?" I ask, "what's wrong with that? Its friday night, after all."

"But you never do that," he says.

I wonder if drinking spiked coffee is really that out of character for me, wonder if, maybe, subconsiously, something is wrong.....hmmm....Nope.

I lean against the kitchen wall and peer at his cell phone.

"what are you doing?" I ask as I gaze past the words on the screen.

"talking to jessica," he says.

"about what?" I'm still in a fixed stare as he quickly closes his phone and says, "Excuse me!"

I step back and tell him I wasnt even looking at his instant messages to jess. I was just staring. He walks away and so I walk into my room and slam the door. Curious behavoir, I think, especially if theres nothing to hide. He yells that he was just kidding and then sighs. He doesnt know that that is the sort of thing that makes me want to rummage through his papers when hes out, searching for some kind of clue that will satisfy my curiousity.

"I'm going to bed," I say, "I think I'm a little drunk. Sorry"

And with that, i pull the covers over my head and listen as john mayer serenades me from the new stereo he got me for christmas. Everything will be better in the morning.