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this night- rad museum
summer- the volunteers
good night good dream- nerd connection
get free- lana del rey
the sun falls beneath the skyline as we ascend the staircase of the abandoned building. we reach the rooftop's empty expanse of concrete, which boasts panoramic views of the city below. that is, except for one rusty truck.
"um, are you sure this is safe?"
i gesture to the run-down truck with tinted windows so dark that it's opaque.
taylor shrugs and walks up to the car, loudly banging on the hood.
"nah it's fine. it's probably empty.
i sigh and swallow my worries. what's the worst that can happen? if anything, i guess a certain someone is strong enough to protect me. and i'm definitely not talking about taylor.
right on cue, jensen gently holds my arm to help me down as i sit on a chipped parting divider. i can't help but to blush slightly at the gesture. hey, he's a gentleman, ok? and i'm so touch starved at this point i'll take any crumb. but, i know he probably thought nothing of it. had taylor been the one sitting down, he would've done the same.
i can't wallow for long when i smell a familiar scent. i look to my left and jensen is taking a long drag of a slender wax pen. he extends it out to me with a polite smile and asks if i want a hit.
"ooh, of course i do!"
i giggle as i take the pen. man, i haven't had a chance to smoke weed in months. not since my plug at utah jesus school got arrested for impersonating a student and actually being 30...
"taylor, since when did you get this? i didn't know you smoke."
jensen chuckles to himself and looks at me with a knowing grin.
"it's actually mine."
i cant hide my surprise as my eyes widen and i look at him blankly. he seems like such the goody-two-shoes asb kid type, this is literally making me recalibrate every assumption i have about this man. i mean, the fact that he smokes too makes him even hotter- i was hesitant to ever mention it in fear he would look down on me.
he laughs lightly at my shocked expression
"how else could i cope with taking five AP classes per semester? i need to relax somehow."
i should've figured it was jensen's based on how taylor always scolds me like a concerned helicopter mom, though.
as predicted, taylor retorts in a dramatically condescending tone, brutally offended.
"as if my presence isn't relaxing enough. jiri, what so you look so surprised for? you know i don't fuck with that shit. no thanks, i'd like to outlive everyone in the generation that's gonna die of vape lung."
he scoffs and wags his finger in disapproval. i cant hold back a laugh, it's like his body assumed the soul of a grumpy "back in my day" grandma.
i shrug and chuckle mockingly.
"alright officer, the fuck? first thing, vaping is totally different. and second, you're saying this as the one that always sounds high!"
he squints at me, raising an eyebrow.
"you're just jealous that i'm high on life! and you can't even roast me correctly, my nickname is aderall alvarez for a reason, not something like toasted torres. you're the one that always looks stoned out of your mind anyway, all zoned out."
before i can fight back, jensen rolls his eyes and extends his arms out to keep us away from each other, as he's stuck in the middle.
"that's enough bickering from you two today. if i wanted to hear two people argue i would just go home."
