Craig
I can't believe they took away my Buddha box. It was the only thing I had to distract me from this shit. Eight years I had to go without that damn thing, and the amount of times I've almost snapped at the smallest things has been concerning.
"Happy birthday, honey!" Mom comes in with a cupcake, a singular candle sticking out of it. I sit up and take it, blowing it out and softly smiling at her. She's the best mom I could ever ask for.
"Thanks mom." I place the cupcake on my nightstand. She looks a little nervous as she sits next to me.
"So... you're eighteen now." She looks over at me "You're a legal adult, and I want you to explore what life has to offer." She says.
"Okay?" Is all I can respond with. I don't know what she's implying.
"Throw on some clothes and meet your father and I downstairs." She says, her nervous tone has an excited undertone.
She leaves me to get dressed, and I toss on some black jeans, any random shirt I can find and my jacket. Topping it off with the hat I've had for as long as I can remember.
Making my way downstairs, I see my mom waiting at the last step, facing me, my dad picks something up from the table and comes over next to her.
"Uh... what's going on?" I ask looking at the two.
"Son, Since you got your license you've had to share a car with your mom and I, and while we made it work, we know you'll be out doing your own thing more often now, we can't stop you from staying out later, or having fun, nor do we want to restrict you from doing so." He tosses a pair of keys at me. "There's a Honda Civic in the front. It's yours." He says
I'm shocked, but happy nonetheless. I head over to the door and open it, looking at the old car in front of the house. Holy shit. My own car. I take that moment to turn and hug them both. Mom kisses my cheek as well.
"Be safe" she reminds me
"Always." I respond as I slip my shoes on and head out the door, stepping into the car. It smells old, of cigarettes and lost memories.
I know where my first stop will be. I drive over to Clyde's house, he's my best friend. Of course I'm gonna share this with him.
As I pull up to his house, I see him through the window watching TV in his underwear. Ugh. Clyde. I roll down the window and honk the horn. When he looks over I see the excitement grow in his eyes. He holds up a finger and runs upstairs. Coming back down a couple minutes later and rushing out the door, up to my window.
"What's this?! Did you steal it??" He asks
"Wha- no. It was my birthday gift" I roll my eyes, and he rushes into the passenger seat.
"Where are we going?" He asks
"I don't know yet, but I wanna try something new, my parents basically granted me ultimate freedom." I answer "what did you do when you turned eighteen?" I ask
"Uhm..." he thinks for a moment "You might not be down..."
"What is it?" I begin driving, taking random turns until he gives me a destination.
"Uhm... when I turned eighteen, I went to Stan's Dad's farm and bought some pot, and Token and I smoked it." He admits
"Oh, we'll that doesn't surprise me." Ugh. Stan. My ex boyfriend. Who I broke up with because he's an apathetic piece of shit.
"So... you wanna go and get some weed?" He asks.
"Fuck it." I make a quick u-turn, heading towards Tegridy Farm's. He couldn't still be bitter, could he? It'd be petty for him to be.
We get to his farm in life fifteen minutes, blasting music, Clyde is singing loudly out the window as we drive. That guy is fucking crazy. In a good way.
We pull in and get out together, I get some cash out and walk up to the door. Knocking on it.
"Stan it's one of your friends!" I hear muffled from behind the door. Shit.
Stan opens the door and now we're face to face. Standing a bit closer than I'd like. I feel a pounding in my chest upon looking at him, my mouth dries and I feel like I can't talk.
"What." He says, and there's silence for a couple seconds as Clyde waits for me to speak. "Did you come here to tell me how shitty I am?" He adds, and there's more silence, Clyde nudges me and I clear my throat, breaking the deep stare I had through that process.
"Oh, aha... no..." I look down and my face flushes red
"So what is it?" He responds immediately after I'm done.
"I was just here for weed." I look down, almost as if I was ashamed that I was saying that. Especially something like that to him.
"Ugh." He turns around grabbing a jar and handing it to me. "Thirty bucks." He states
"Thirty?!" I exclaim
"Drugs are expensive, Craig." He says
"Whatever." I count out thirty ones and hand them to him.
"How's that stripper job treating ya, Tuck?" He asks
"I'm a server" I respond, "And it's as well as it could be"
"Yeah, well don't text me while you're on this shit." He rolls his eyes "The last thing I need is your whining."
"Like I'd ever whine over you" I shake my head and turn around. He really isn't over it. Fuckin asshole.
