Something Like That

04 | What About Zeke?

^^ is how i imagined Adrian but feel free to think of him however you please :)

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Kai Williams

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Zeke is 18 years old, two years older than me. He lives in the basement and who knows what goes on down there. I don't typically go down there unless absolutely necessary. But since i haven't spoken to him since Christmas break, i though i'd pay him a visit.

The way to the basement was typical, white wood door that leads to a staircase. The moment i open the door i'm greeted by a wave of unknown yet somewhat familiar smells. A faint trace of coconut but as i made my way down the stairs a skunk like scent hits my nose.

What the fuck?

Zeke is a druggie, but i have zero knowledge of drugs. I make my way to level ground to see a faint smoke in the air making it awkwardly cloudy. There's a large hall leading to a room another hall branches off to the left, another to the right.

"Zeke?" i call out quietly and shuffle my feet across the hardwood floors.

"Speak of the devil!" i hear a familiar, raspy voice call from the room down the main hall. I pick up my pace, quickly looking at the walls that are covered in all types of media; crayon, spray paint, sharpie, ect. along with quotes from Buddha all the way to things like 'Stephan sucks dick."

When i enter the room there are about nine other guys sitting in a circle on a blue rug around pipes and bongs along with a big bag of weed.

So that was the smell... i smirk to myself.

"Join us man." One of the guys say, smoke pouring out of his nose. He had platinum blonde hair that was pulled into a small, tight bun on top of his head. Something i found oddly attractive.

"Dudes, this is Kai, my little sister." Zeke smiles and waves an arm towards me. "But like Finn said, you should totally join us." The others nod in agreement and part the circle to make room for me. I silently seat myself beside some punk guy around the age of seventeen and the bun head which i soon caught up was Finn.

"Long time, no see, kiddo." Zeke says with a playful tone as he loads a sky blue pipe with some ground up weed.

"Well, why do you think i'm here?" i ask with a challenging voice. Zeke and i were very close at a point before mom and dad took on the job of having a job that required them to be all over the globe more than half the time so it's just Zekey and I. He was somewhat cute i guess, he wasn't muscular like Nico but he wasn't necessarily scrawny either. He had pale blue eyes, almost grey and shaggy dirty blonde hair that was also messy. He wore a grey v-neck and some matching sweat pants.

"You missed me didn't you?" he teased and passed the pipe to a slightly bigger guy next to him and added "pass to Kai." and he passed the lighter and pipe to the next guy. I watched the pretty glittery piece of glass travel across the circle to me. I took it carefully in my hands and examined it.

A little whole in the tip that probably lead to the bowl, which i assumed you are supposed to light, and so on.

So i did as my instinct told me to, but my hands were shaking from the nervesso sparking the lighter became a challenge. The punk beside snorted and offered his hand out to me. I placed the lighter in his hand and he helped me light the bowl. He had a good looking face. A nice sharp jawline, his ears were stretched, , and a black stud in his left nostril. His eyes were a cold grey and his hair was jet black. Hot. With him sitting down and slouching i was just barely at his shoulder which meant he must be hella tall.

I took a hit from the pipe and whoaaaaaa...looks like i'll be staying for a while.

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Everyone at his point had left except for the punk kid. He helped us open all the windows the air the place out. We crashed in Zeke's bedroom, Zeke sitting against the beds headboard, Mr. Tough Guy was pacing back and forth, and i sat in the yellow bean bag in the corner of his room.

"Zeke? What was that? I had no idea you held sessions like that." i spoke quietly while covering my chest with my flannel, mainly from nerves.

Before he could answer, our mystery man had done the job. "He holds sessions like that every weekend. Whoever wants to come, comes." His voice...god his voice so deep, soothing, but had a what seemed like a natural tint of harshness. He had also stopped pacing and was leaning against the wall by the window, only to pull a cigarette and proceeded to light it.

"Oh..." is all i could say. I was too tired to really care what happens down here, it didn't have anything to do with me so i didn't care.

We sat in a long silence as He finished his cigarette, when he did he popped the window wide enough for him to crawl through. He swung one leg over the ledge before meeting my eyes. His cold grey eyes burned through mine.

"I'll see you whenever."