Rain Fall / dnf

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Tw: mentions of weed and alcohol

I'm walking to the library as I feel a presence come up beside me.

"How were your classes?" Devon asks, grinning as we walk the halls.

"Good, though I'm pretty sure Mr Arch hates me just as much as I hate him," I laugh.

"Oh god, what happened this time?" He asks.

"He made me leave the room for the rest of class because I told him I had to use the bathroom.."

"That's so stupid. I swear the guy has a stick up his ass all the time," Devon says with a chuckle, "do you know if he's married?"

I shrug, "I mean if he was I feel terribly sorry for whoever it is"

"Well if he isn't.. I've noticed that Ms Turner has been looking very lonely during lunch"

"Aww wait- that'd be so cute!" I smile.

Devon smiles as he looks at me, "So where are you going?"

"Library, me and Clay have this sort of... internship I guess? We help Lavender with the library" I say.

"Are you and Clay... dating?" He asks.

I shake my head, "No... no we're just good friends. Why?"

"Do you want to maybe.. go somewhere?" He asks with a grin.

"Are you asking me on a date?" I ask, leaning against the wall next to the library door.

"I just might be" he smiles.

"Sure," I say.

"Okay! I will text you the details" he smiles.

"Cya," I say.

"Bye George," he says, smiling at me before walking away down the hall.

I open the library door and I step inside. I walk down the hallway. I see Clay putting books away on a shelf near the window.

"Hi," I say, placing my bag on the chair I always place it on.

"Hey," he smiles "how did your day go?"

"Good" I smile, taking out some type of joint from my pocket and getting a lighter from my pocket.

"George.." he says quietly.

"Yeah yeah— smoking will kill you" I walk over to the window as I lift it open.

"As long as you let me half it I'll be fine with it," he says, putting down a large book and walks toward me.

"That defeats your whole smoking will kill you. Plus quackity gave me these so who knows what will be inside? It's a surprise" I shrug while lighting the cigar.

"You know forty-year-old man George is looking back into the past right now and saying how dumb he was" Clay smiles.

I inhale the smoke before blowing it out towards the window and then passing it to him.

"Old man George says sorry to the blonde boy for making him smoke more often. Also, man George isn't alive because of how much young George smoked," I say, leaning against the cobblestone walls.

"Well then maybe you should stop," he says, breathing smoke in my face.

I giggle, "Definitely some type of weed"

"Doesn't smell bad though" Clay shrugs, "didn't know quackity deals either"

"Me neither, only found out a month or two ago," I say, "known him since ninth"