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futon.  I shrug my shoulders then realize she probably can’t see me.
    “I don’t know.  Dance party?”  Even though we have no access to music and hardly any space to dance it seems like a viable option to me. It must be the Jack.
    “That might not the best option for us right now.  I don’t know about you but I think the room might be spinning.”  Sierra turns her head slightly to face me and our eyes lock briefly. 
    “What are you looking at?”  My tone was meant to be sarcasm but it must have come off harsher than I intended because the next thing I know Sierra’s eyes have narrowed and a look of hurt flashes across her features.
    “There you go again, running your mouth and giving me a hard time.  Do you ever stop to consider that maybe you are being just a bit too much?  There’s only so much a girl can handle.  This is why I didn’t want my mom to marry your dad.”  Sierra pushes herself up and off the futon.  I don’t know whether it’s the alcohol or the desperation from the situation that’s led us to this conversation.
    “Why does everyone have to always give me such a hard time about how I look and what I do and what I say?  Especially you.”  I see she is getting upset.
    “Why do you think I give you such a hard time?”  I ask her, not knowing exactly where my mind was planning to take this conversation.
    “Because you hate my very existence?”  She lashes back.
    I scoff at her. “Not hardly.  Try again.”  I know now where this is going and though I’m not quite sure either of us are ready for what I have to say I’m going to go through with it.  No time like the present, right?
    “You want to puke at the sight of me?” 
    Where did she get that idea from? “What the fuck?  No.  Are you seriously that delusional?”
    “And there he is, the asshole I know and love.”  Though I know the word was meant to be part of a demeaning statement the moment the word love leaves her mouth I can feel myself going soft.
    “Will you listen to me for two seconds?”  My voice is softer and I lean closer to her, but she hasn’t picked up on my intentions yet.
    “Listen to you insult me?  No thanks, I’d rather trudge through the snow in search of someone who will be nice.”
    “Goddamn it Sierra.”  I cross the room and grab a small mirror that’s hanging on the wall, and stalk over to her, shoving it in her face.  “Look.  And tell me what you see.”
    For a long moment she just stares blankly at her reflection. “I see a girl who’s really fucking confused right now, so why don’t you spell it out for me, otherwise, I’m beginning to wonder if the carbon dioxide we’re releasing with each breath has poisoned the cabin and made you insane.”  I can see she’s proud of herself for that that little comment but I decide not to respond to it directly.
    Holding the mirror so that we can both see her reflection, I soften my gaze and when she meets my eyes I tell her how I really feel.  “I see a beautiful, intelligent woman who uses sarcasm as a defense technique.  A girl with full lips meant for kissing, and the prettiest big blue eyes I’ve ever seen.” Sierra’s gulps visibly, unsure of what to say or do.  I have essentially just admitted how I feel about her and I have no idea how she’ll react.
    “Are you joking with me?”  Her tone has changed from defensive to genuinely hopeful.  I lean closer to her and rest my face close to hers.
    “No, I’m not.  I really do find you attractive, even when you’re being difficult.”  A smile finds its way onto my face and I pull back from her to give her a little space.  Sierra is processing what I’ve just said and I let her.  I move back to the futon and lay down.  Pretty soon I feel the futon dip down and feel the heat from Sierra’s body next to mine.
    “I’m cold.”  I turn over to see Sierra lying on the bed clutching the thin blankets around her slim frame.  Knowing full well what she