One morning Andy, a kook, wakes up and finds herself in a unfamiliar place. She finds herself entangled in a mystery, people are keeping things from her and she is determined to find out what. But what happens when she realizes that while uncovering...
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I followed Kie down the dark and narrow hallway into the kitchen. Wooden picture frames lined the walls with old photos of people who I'd never seen before--it made me even more curious about who lived here.
As we walked into the kitchen I was overcome with the smell of weed filling my nostrils. To me, it smelled like a skunk, and my stomach turned with nausea--I knew this wasn't just because of the putrid scent; I need to remind myself never to drink that much again. I tried to focus on my surroundings to distract me from the sickness. All around the kitchen counters were empty beer bottles and food wrappers. The sink was filled to the brim with dirty dishes yet to be cleaned and the floor was covered with dust bunnies.
"Well good morn'in" a familiar voice spoke. I turned my head to the living room and saw the blonde pouge from the night before sitting on the couch, "How's your head?"
As he said this, he lifted a freshly- lit joint to his mouth and inhaled deeply. I guess it was that type of a morning
He stood up from his spot and walked into the kitchen area. When he did I noticed that he was missing a shirt--I blinked hard and forced myself to look him in the eye; it was very VERY difficult. JJ's blonde locks messily flopped over his forehead and clearly, he had just woken up.
"It's nothing I haven't dealt with before" I shrugged and plopped down at the table. I rested my head in my palms lazily, "Are we wake'n and bake'n?" I questioned with a light-hearted tone. My eyebrows raised and I stared at him, hoping that he would share.
He looked at me and held it up between his two fingers, "Hell yeah we are! Pouge style!" The blonde took another hit and then passed it on to me. I brought it to my lips and inhaled. The burn of marijuana traveled from my mouth into my lungs; it was a glorious feeling. I closed my eyes to savor the feeling before I exhaled, my breath was followed by a trail of excess smoke.
I heard JJ chuckle as Kie sat in the chair next to me. She placed a steaming mug full of coffee in front of me "Coffee always helps me with my hangovers" she smiled.
I passed the joint to her and she happily excepted. I took the cup in my hand, embracing every ounce of the warmth it provided. A shiver ran up my back and a small smile brushed across my lips as I enjoyed its comfort.
All of our heads swiveled as a brunette wearing a half-buttoned Hawaiian shirt and a grey bandana snaked around his neck marched his way through the front door. He slammed the screened door behind him as he lumbered in.
"I couldn't find it, I couldn't find it man," He said while running his hands through his hair frantically. He stomped into the kitchen and opened the fridge aggressively. I just looked at him in confusion, obviously, he couldn't find something.
He was so stressed and frustrated that he didn't even notice that I was sitting there. As he grabbed an iced cold beer from the fridge I just looked at everyone with confusion. With no context, I thought that he maybe left something at the Boneyard last night.
