Maybe Happily Ever After✔️

48. Our First Time

Sunday
January 24th
12:17 am

"What were you thinking?" Casey said pacing in our room. She periodically ran a hand through her pixie cut and touched the sage crystals hanging on her neck every 5 minutes. "You know I kept my edibles in the snack bin."

"In my defense. I thought you switched to brownies, not gummy bears."

She stopped moving and placed her hands on her hips. I crossed my legs to sit more comfortably on top of my bed.

She stared me down and shook her head. "Be honest with me. When you ate those gummies, not a single part of you thought it was my edibles?"

I pulled the front of my twists into a half up, half down look and sighed.

"No, a little part of me did."

To be honest, I was kind of hoping they were her edibles after I ate two gummies. But when I felt nothing, I just scarfed down the whole bag assuming they were normal.

I'd never been high before and I wanted to get a bit faded. I just wasn't expecting to feel like I was going crazy until 2 am.

Even now, hours later, I felt like I was slightly light headed.

"I know with the trial starting tomorrow and the protest and the shit with your Aunt Lucy, and the whole Darcy-Will fiasco....," she paused and leaned her hip on my bed. "I know it's a lot. But it's like you said in Florida, "the day I take drugs—"

"Is the day I've lost my mind." I finished.

She nodded her head and reached out towards me. I felt a sharp pinch on my arm and pulled away screaming an "ow."

"Don't ever scare me like that again!" She warned. "You turned off your location and notifications and I went bat-shit crazy. And the sign on your car didn't help."

I cursed underneath my breath. I completely forgot I needed to clean that.

"Don't worry. It's cleaned. Someone owed me a favor." She winked.

I smirked and sighed with relief. "Thanks."

"Yep." She moved away from my bed and sat down at her desk, flipping through a textbook.

"If you really want to relax the best thing to do would be to get laid." She didn't look up from her book as she spoke.

I was staring at the small Polaroid picture I took of Will that night we watched the Princess bride together. It was taped to the wooden post of my bed.

"Really?" I said not believing her. I knew that would not relax me at all.

I didn't know when Will was ready to have the sex talk yet or if I was even ready for it.

It's another thing on the list of things I was uncomfortable talking about.

I wish I was better at communicating. I was the cause of my own problems at this point.

"It works for me."

"Didn't need to know that." I said in fake disgust.