C+J•G~Drabbles!

☆Smoking Weed☆

Johnnie walks up the stairs, itching a crave. But he didn't know what exactly. As he walks down the hallway, a familiar scent hits his nose. Weed.

The crave in his head only intense-d just by  simply the scent of it. He looked at Carrington's door, hearing the faint coughing.

Carrington sat in his room, taking a few hits from his bong as he watched the video he just made. He smiled at himself in the video, thinking of how good he looked in it. His eyes darted towards the door as he heard footsteps outside. “Come in.”

Johnnie turned open the knob, his emo boots echoing as he entered the room. "Hi, swore I smelled that shit." He greeted, a small smile grew across his face.

“Oh, hey.” Carrington greeted, a smile growing across his face as well. He leaned back in his chair, taking another hit from the bong. “You want some?” He offered, motioning towards the bong.

Johnnie bit his lip, watching as Carrington tossed his phone to the bed. "Sure, why the fuck not?" He replied as he sits on the bed. Next to Carrington's chair as he extended his arm and grabbed the bong and lighter.

Carrington chuckled, watching as Johnnie grabbed the bong and lighter. “There you go.” He said, leaning back in his chair once more. “Just don’t go too hard, yeah?”

"Yeah," Johnnie flicks the lighter a few times, then it turns on. He lent his head forward as he took a hit.

Carrington watched as Johnnie inhaled the smoke, admiring the way his lips wrapped around the bong. “You’re a natural.” He teased.

Coughing out a small cloud of smoke, Johnnie lifted up his head. "Yeah–" He wheezed out, coughing a bit more. "I used to smoke with a bong at my mom's house."

Carrington chuckled again, a smirk forming on his face. “Ah, so you’re a bong veteran.” He joked, watching as Johnnie coughed. “I bet you’re a regular stoner, huh?”

Johnnie shakes his head, giggling. "Nah, nah. I was," He handed Carrington the bong back. "Until I started to have too many panic attacks because of it."

Carrington took the bong back, a look of concern on his face. “Panic attacks?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “Damn, that sucks. I’m sorry to hear that.” He took another hit from the bong, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"yeah, it was bad." Johnnie laughs, Making grabby hands towards the bong again. "Gimmie, gimmie."

Carrington chuckled at Johnnie’s grabby hands, holding the bong out of his reach. “Hey, slow down, buddy. You’re gonna get too high if you keep going like that.” He teased, a playful smirk on his face.

"I only took one hit! I can handle more." Johnnie pouted a bit, rolling his eyes. "Not a pussy to this shit."

Carrington chuckled again, unable to resist Johnnie’s pout. “Alright, alright. You’re not a pussy.” He said, handing the bong back to Johnnie. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Johnnie smiled, biting his lip rings as he leaned his head back down and took a bigger hit this time with the bong.

Carrington watched as Johnnie took a bigger hit, a small smile on his face. He was impressed with how well Johnnie was handling the smoke. “Damn, you’re really going for it.” He said, leaning back in his chair.

Johnnie pulls his head back, coughing a large cloud into the room. Carrington's bedroom started to smell like weed.

The smell of weed filled the room, and Carrington couldn’t help but chuckle. “Jesus, you’re gonna stink up the whole place.” He teased, taking a deep breath of the smoke-filled air.