It All Started With Him

:: 4 :: Game of love and addiction

The ephemeral effect of irony is that it'll blow up at any given time and will eventually become the norm of effective adherence.

For the moment, being that your sister opens the door to your room after you finished smoking weed and jacking off to lesbian porn, It would be a norm for some teenagers who aren't working on figuring out their sexual preference or identity. Maybe porn is made for people who already know what they like and that's okay.

"Jesus Christ, it reeks in here," she tells me after she gets a whiff of the smell. "Might want to Febreze that before mom and daddy get home," she added, making sure to inflict the word daddy with a sharp note. Whatever she and dad were fighting about, I didn't want to be a part of it.

"It's only weed. Annie," I imply. Tia rolls her hazelnut coloured eyes at Annie's name. We hadn't talked much about Annie since I walked in on her and Annie making out on the couch once. If she was interested in girls, who was I to tell her she couldn't date girls, being that I'm confused about my sexuality as well.

"She's still single, trying out to be a drag king now," I tell my sister. "Not that you asked," I add as I give my sister Annie's Snapchat. Even if she doesn't want to admit it, Tia is still a little intoxicated by Annie.

As right on cue, my phone pings. I low key want it to be Wes, but with Tia in my room, I hope it's Annie. An unexpected surprise for a love triangle. I've totally fucked this irony up; not readying for the results.

I sigh when Tia leaves, and I look at the notification. Much to my reluctance of relief, I feel compelled of my anxiety when I see it's Annie.

Annie: I need pizza and a good blow job

The odd thing is I had no idea how to respond to that. As much as I loved her, I couldn't help but wonder how long her sexcapades were going to last. Maybe pizza, Monster Energy and a Disney binge would be enough to fix that mystery.

Me: I would say girls don't request blow jobs, but I guess with sexual anatomy it would be possible to go either way.

Now the ironic part is what of the kiss between us. Do I bring it up as I inquire about the moment or do I justify ignoring it. I need anonymity for some more time and weed. That's when I remembered I held the rest of Wes's stash in my pocket.

Annie: I'm high and slightly drunk what else do you expect from me? Psychologically speaking we also kinda kissed each other

That was just the beginning for the game of love and addiction to something else besides weed.

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The lethargic feeling of being high on heroin when you wake up is very strong compared to when you're used to being high on weed. It gives you a sense of edge over your mental health. You're shaky when you're not even cold. The hunger for energy and food is like a child in the candy store and walking out with the cheapest candy you don't even want.

The contraption of the thought runs through my brain when Annie texts me a brief message saying she'll see me at school. Instead of texting her back, I toss my phone on the bed, wondering how to get my next stash of the drug. Wes tried to tell me. Warned me even, like other addicts before me I didn't listen.

Before I could think of anything else, there was one person I could text. Would the school system even give a shit if Wes skipped a day of classes? Without a second thought I picked up my phone and texted Wes.

"I'm an idiot. It's an accident," I tell Wes as he comes and sits down beside me. His waves lay on shoulder as he takes his time to think of the words to say. His Nirvana shirt looks a bit too big for him, though I don't see the slightest difference in telling him.