They were at the arcade. Alone. Trenton was fairly sure that Darlene had been drunk before she'd even arrived there and she was still drinking as they sat on the floor talking about everything and nothing.

It was almost midnight and Trenton reaches to push some of Darlene's hair away from her face tucking it behind her ear. She wished for not the first time that she could lean over and kiss her. It wasn't just that Darlene was a disaster herself, but the two of them together would be an even bigger one.