The secrets of a timid girl. (open)

Jaron smiles and relaxes as the snowball hits him hard. He sunk down into the water like he was knocked out. He then pops out of the water and starts laughed some more. He was most likely drunk. Even though he never was he was loaded this time and Kitty probably knew that. There was nothing wrong with him being drunk, in fact he was a happy drunk. He did some things others wouldn’t do normally. He stood out of the water, he cheeks seemed red from the cocktails he drank. It was finally getting to him. He stuttered around. He went to the tree and got dressed were no one could see him. He put on his shorts then walked out he was smiling slightly. He then put on his shirt and slouched on Kittys shoulder. He hiccupped and went into a light sleep. “Lets------go---Ho------me.”

Jaron took the snowball hit hard, maybe Kitty should have eased up a bit on it. He may have been a miner, but the face muscles weren't something typically used in the mine. She did have a strong arm and probably overdid her throw, thus making him go into some sort of daze.

The snowball conveyed the message clearly though, for the man got out and got dressed. He made the right remark saying that they should go home. Sighing deeply she nodded yes to the suggestion taking note of his red cheeks. Did the water overheat him? Was he drunk? Or she might of hit him really hard? Hopefully soon he'd get his own house--Kitty could already feel her hospitality wearing thin.

"Fine," Kitty said crossing her arms as she started to walk home.