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s a t u r d a y
7 : 00 am
L O C A T I O N : the girl's apartment
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"smoke with me." i whispered to armin, moving his shoulder. "dakotaaaa, why this early?" he groaned, pulling a random pillow over his head. "shut up before you wake someone." i looked around to everyone still peacefully sleeping. "i'm stressed and i don't wanna smoke alone." i stated and armin finally looked at me, his vision probably blurry from just waking up.

"stressed?"

"yes, stressed. now get up and come to my room."

i walked away from him, grabbing a couple of snacks incase we got hungry and two waters. i heard him follow after me and once we were in my room, i closed the door. "hand me a towel." i demanded softly and armin grabbed a towel from my bathroom before handing it to me. i placed it on the floor, covering the crack in the door so smoke wouldn't escape.

"here are some snack and a water." i put them on my bed before grabbing my weed tray to start rolling. "i didn't sleep last night," i started talking to armin who watched me grind up the weed. "i have been making a movie for the past 2 years and it's about to go live in a couple of hours. the whole world is going to see it and i got a big ass reality check yesterday." i took my tongue to secure the rolling paper, smoothing it down and making sure i had no holes.

"hand me that lighter." i pointed my night stand and armin threw it to me.

"at least it's finished, the hard part is over." armin spoke lowly, voice groggy with sleep. "is it though?" i asked, breathing in the smoke and letting it out. "i feel like i just started the hardest part. the critics are gonna come rolling in and i don't know if i can take them." i handed armin the blunt before running my fingers through my hair.

"critics?"

"yeah, moreover; the black community. i bet my whole family is gonna disown me once they see it or even care to see it." i got up to open the curtains, it was too dark in here. it was a beautiful day and luckily it wasn't snowing. armin handed me the blunt back as i sat down, he had already opened a candy bar to munch on it.

i took a couple of puffs, my body relaxing into my love sac. "i think you'll do great, sure the critics will come but then you'll have people who will love your movie and your story." armin answered and i nodded slowly, dropping the ash in my ash tray.

"want anymore?" i mentioned to the blunt in my hand and he shook his head. "i can't really get high like that in the morning."

"really? i used to do it all the time."

"you got high at 7 in the morning? how did you function."

"that was the point, i didn't."

armin let out a small laugh, throwing me a candy bar without me asking for one. "how'd-."

"you kept eyeing mine." i giggled a bit and opened the wrapper. "these are deja's so if she asks about them, blame it on connie." armin nodded, smiling at me.

"stop that." i looked away from his stares. "stop what?" he replied, obviously knowing what he was doing. "you looking at me like that."

"like what? i can't look at you."

"you look like you're in love."

"maybe i am."

i looked down at my lap, not knowing what to say. "armin," i started. "you don't have to say anything, dakota. i know i hurt you and i'm working on it." he told me and i smoked the remainder of the weed before finishing it. "i keep...pushing you away so much because i really don't wanna get my heart broken again but you're in this house, you're in this friend group so i can't help but still have ties with you."