PARASITE: Resurrection

Chapter Five: Let Loose

Okay, the time for relaxing is over. 

A lot of people have been telling me to have fun, go out and enjoy my life. So you know what, I'm doing it! I'm gonna head down to the pool with Logan and were gonna get our drink on! 

I decided to change my clothes and put on something that was more, pool friendly and comfortable to handle this 84 degree weather. In a haste, I decided to throw on a plain blue T-shirt with this cool graffiti logo on the back of it and some black cargo shorts to go along with it. Also, I had to match my shirt, so I put on a pair of blue tennis shoes to complete my look. 

After I got my outfit, I turned around to look at Logan.

"Is this good enough? Not to flashy, but not subtle either." I did a full 360, showing off my fit to him and he nodded his head. 

"It's looks cool, typical chill out outfit, but it's missing something." 

"What is it?" Logan went into his duffle bag and pulled out a joint and lighter. He shoved it into my chest.

"Really? I said no, Logan. I'm not doing that." 

Logan shook his head and put the stuff back into the his duffle bag. He zipped it closed and slung it over his shoulder.  

"You know what, Joey, it's all good. I don't want to pressure you that much. You probably have virgin lungs and shit, but I promise you, you're gonna hit the joint." Logan said confidently as he walked towards the door. I chuckled and followed behind him. 

"In your dreams, man."

I closed the door behind us and we made our way towards the elevator. As we got inside, I noticed that Logan still had his duffle bag, the one filled with all the weed he has. Hold on...

"Logan, why do you have your duffel with you?" Logan looked at me with a squinted eyes, like he was saying 'are you serious', but he didn't actually say it. 

"Seriously, didn't we just go over this? I told you I'm a--"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, the whole herbal thing, yes I get it. I wanna know why the hell you're bring it out here, in the open?"

"Because, we gotta make a drop." Logan said calmly.

We... WE?!

"Nah, nope. Screw. That. I'm not a drug dealer! There's is no we in this, Logan!" I said anxiously as the elevator stopped and more people climbed on! I quickly straightened up and nodded to the people who got on the elevator. Logan waved at them as well, like everything was normal... but clearly, IT'S NOT!

Once the elevator door closed, Logan turned to face me.

"Look, I gotta make one drop to a buyer. It'll be quick! I just need someone to watch the hallways while I do my thing. Once we do this, then, we can hangout with the sexy women and get our freak on. I just need a couple minutes. That's all. Come on, bro." Logan whispered quickly.

I backed my head against the glass and let out a small sigh. 

How... how in the hell, do I get put into these dumbass situations? Is it because everyone knows me? Is that it? Well, if it's that, it's some straight-up bullshit. I looked at Logan and rubbed my chin.

"....fine. But I swear, if we get caught, Logan...."

"We're gonna be fine. Don't trip, bro."

Huh, 'don't trip' he says. We're about to make drug deal when there's hundreds of people on the boat and it only takes one to mess everything up. My life ladies and gents, it's a mess.