"Yes you did." I smirked. Code rolled his eyes.
                              
"Ready to leave? Where's the present?" I looked around for my beautifully wrapped present. My wrapping skills were poorly but I felt accomplished with this one. I didn't see it lying around though.
                              
He looked at me. We were having a silent conversation. I knew he forgot it upstairs, if it weren't for me he would've arrived at the party empty handed.
                              
"Shut up I'll go get it." He muttered while getting up. I laughed at him, this is typical Code.
                              
I decided to look where Bus went, I thought I'd seen him run towards the kitchen. I suddenly felt eyes on me and turned around.
                              
"Wow, Jill, you look great." Chase was trying not to gawk. I seriously might be in love with this dress. I looked at Chase but my smirk disappeared when I noticed what he was wearing.
                              
Or wasn't wearing.
                              
He was wearing blue faded jeans and... Well that's it. He had a good body. Not too much muscle but there was a slight six pack showing. Damn, I should pay more attention to nerds at school.
                              
I realized I hadn't replied yet, I had just been staring. Chase didn't seem to notice since he was doing the same thing. We're such idiots.
                              
I was about to say something until I heard Code running down the stairs "Got it!"
                              
Took him long enough.
                              
He look at both of us and raised his eyebrow. "So are we ready to leave or are you two just gonna stare at each other for a little while longer?"
                              
Chase looked embarrassed and I nudged Code carefully because I didn't want him to drop the present. "Let's go."
                              
Chase cleared his throat "Yeah eh... have fun."
                              
We went outside. "Dork." Code muttered. I snorted.
                              
The party was held at The Beerbarian. Don't mind the cheesy name. Snake's uncle owns the bar so we could just drink as much as we wanted. It was a little bar nearby so it was only a fifteen minutes walk.
                              
It was a fun party. I was having a blast, Snake was happy and the alcohol was very present. These things might be connected with each other.
                              
I'd gotten a lot of compliments on the dress and Jake's sexual innuendos were hitting a new high. Needless to say, the dress was a big succes. It even rhymes.
                              
Snake was grinning like a kid when it was time to open the presents. He didn't get too many since all of us got him one big present; the knife set.
                              
He was literally jumping up and down when he unwrapped it, it was so cute. He gave everyone a big hug. He was also a little tipsy.
                              
I was the last one to receive one of his bonecrushing hugs. He opened his arms and I jumped into his arms. Alcohol, stop doing this to me.
                              
"Thanks Jill, I know it was your idea." He whispered in my ear. I'll never know how he knew but it was fine. Anything to see my friends this happy.
                              
Code, Snake and I were the last ones to leave. Gwen headed home an hour ago and Jake left with some bimbo.
                              
I needed help going home. No, I wasn't shitfaced, just a little tipsy. Code on the other hand was singing the Hannah Montana theme song and could barely walk.
                              
So there we were, walking down the street with Code sandwiched in between Snake and I. We were doing our best to keep him from falling but it was quite the challenge. He was hyperactive and heavier than I'd thought. I'm putting him on a diet.
                              
And then there was silence. Code was getting tired.
                              
"Crap, now I have to carry him." Snake volunteered to walk him home since I wasn't strong enough to carry a guy. I think now is the time he was regretting that decision.
                              
Snake grabbed Code and put him over his shoulder like he was a sack of potatoes.
                              
"No don't carry him like that, his stomach is pushing against your shoulder, he might puke." I said. We both shuddered. We both didn't cope well with vomit.  Snake sighed.
                              
"Fine." He put Code down and picked him up bridal style. I laughed. Hard. Code was peacefully sleeping with his head against Snake's chest and Snake just looked very annoyed.
                              
"Stop stop!" I yelled. Snake suddenly came to a halt. He was standing underneath a lamppost and I really wanted to take a picture of this.
                              
I grabbed my phone and aimed it at my friends. "Don't you dare Jill."
                              
Ignoring Snake, I grinned "Say cheese lovebirds." Snake grunted. Close enough.
                              
Maybe I should consider photography because this picture was art. I made a mental note to send it to everyone tomorrow. This was too precious not to share.
                              
When we arrived at Code's house I grabbed Code's keys out of his pocket and opened the door. "Maybe we should just lay him down on the couch so we won't wake anyone." I suggested.
                              
I could imagine waking everyone up by going upstairs. The couch looked comfortable enough. Snake listened and put him down.
                              
We went outside and I locked the door. I'd go back to his place tomorrow to give him his keys back.
                              
"Why are you heading the same way?" Snake's house was the other way.
                              
"I'm not letting you walk around alone in the dark dressed like that, Jill." Snake answered. He was walking me home? He must've really loved his present. Well, of course he did. He'd only mentioned it fifty times.
                              
I decided not to argue "Thanks." I nudged him and he smiled.
                              
"You look great Jill and again, thanks for the knives." I smiled, he was being nice.
                              
"No problem, I knew you wanted them." I shrugged. It really wasn't a big deal.
                              
"You're a great friend." We looked at each other. Oh my god we were having a moment. I started laughing. He always got so cheesy when he had been drinking.
                              
"I'm not drunk!" He yelled a little too loudly, proving that he was indeed a little drunk.
                              
When we got to my house we said our goodbyes. He gave me another bear hug (not drunk he said) and then I went inside.
                              
Struggling out of a tight dress when you're tipsy is one of the hardest things ever. I was ready to just go to sleep, still wearing the dress. Eventually I got out of it. I only fell twice.
                              
After I crawled in bed I'd noticed that the sun was starting to rise. Time to go to sleep.