The next morning, when I woke up, it was because my phone was blaring Back in Black, the ring tone Jade had picked out yesterday when we were chatting.
"What do you want?" I groggily answered.
A chuckle met my ear, "you are a true New Yorker, aren't you?"
"Jade, what the fuck? It's frigging three in the morning, why aren't you asleep? Why aren't I asleep?"
"Ok, I get it, you're mad that I got you awake at three in the morning, but get your ass over here if you want to see something really pretty."
"You're suddenly super egoistical now that we're friends." I commented.
"Hardy-har-har." She dead panned, "just get over here. And wear something comfy."
That was how I ended up here, standing in front of her door at four in the morning, in sweat pants, t-shirt and hoodie. My hair was shoved lazily into a beanie and I didn't have any make-up on. I knocked once and was met with a smiling, lazy-day-outfitted Jade. "Acadia!" She pulled me in her apartment, slamming the door behind her.
"What do you want for fuck sake, I come down here at four in the morning and you're a freaking leprechaun prancing around." I growled, flopping down on her couch, shoving my face into a pillow.
"Which reminds me, sit by my window, and we can talk there." She went out into the kitchen, so I took my dead time in getting up and crawling over to the window seat.
She came back with two mugs, which I'm assuming were tea. I looked into the cup precariously and she laughed. "I didn't drug it."
I shrugged as if to say, 'you never know' and brought it to my lips. It was warm as soothing, and surprisingly enough, sobered me up from my sleepy state. I could actually hold a conversation without insulting or cursing her out now, so that was a bonus.
"Ok, so I've been thinking about how you're 'contemplating life' or whatever, what if I can show you life is worth living?" Jade asked, sipping from her Mickey Mouse mug.
I stared out the window, seeing an arrangement of yellows, oranges, and a small tint of red on the horizon. "If you can prove to me that life is worth it, I'll stay. But if not, I get to do what I want. Ok?" I decided, holding out a free hand to shake hers.
"It has to be a spit shake. That way I know you mean business." She licked the palm of her hand and had me do the same before we shook hands. It felt wierd.
So that was the deal; she had a year starting this January coming, to prove that life is worth it. A year to make me choose to stay and live. If she failed, I could do whatever the hell I wanted, but or that year, I was going to be under strict supervision; minimal smokes, no alcohol, nothing that could harm my body intentionally. I was cool with it, for the most part.
We sat and watched the sun-rise together and drank tea, talking about different topics that made absolutely no sense, and I loved it. Our conversation went from life, to fantasy, to elf ears, to fangs, to crooked teeth, to perfect smiles, and perfection in general. I couldn't remember what I was feeling, but I knew I had felt it before, some other time, perhaps in another way. Either way, I had some connection to her that I didn't have with anybody else.