it was a warm summer night. you and jordan, friends since childhood, found yourselves on the brink of a something new: trying weed for the first time.
He had managed to get his hands on a small amount through a friend's friend, so now you two sit in jordan's dimly lit basement, preparing.
jordan had taken it upon himself to learn how to roll a blunt from online tutorials. armed with rolling papers, and a small stash of ground-up weed. he sat hunched over his phone, squinting at the screen as he attempted to replicate the steps.
"ts looks hard asl..." — jordan muttered under his breath, his brow furrowed in concentration. he carefully spread the ground weed onto the paper.
and, finally, after what seemed like an eternity of meticulous rolling and re-rolling, jordan held up his first blunt triumphantly.
"yay, our first joint." — he grinned, though the blunt resembled more of a misshapen log than anything else... you couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"it's... unique," — you snickered.
he shrugged.
"it will do da job tho, trust me." — he grabbed his lighter from the table and sparked the blunt up.
"here, you first." — he passed the lit blunt to you, the smell of weed in the air.
"why me?" — you chuckle.
"come on, don't act like you aint just as curious as me," — he smirked, holding the blunt to you. "first one free for you."
he watched with a sly grin, his eyes glimmering with excitement. the dim basement room suddenly felt more intimate, the scent of weed and jordan's playful energy creating a surreal atmosphere that filled the space.
"just take it. I'll light it for you. and don't worry, i wont judge if you cough up a lung. promise."...
"fine..." — you take the blunt in your lips, being close to him as he lights up the blunt...your eyes locked on him.
with a small, amused smile, jordan scooted closer to you, his eyes fixating on yours as the flame from the lighter danced across the blunt. as you took your first hit, he couldn't help but notice the sweet, flowery scent that surrounded you.
he watched closely, his gaze tracing over your features as you inhaled. his heart raced a little faster, but he brushed it off, attributing it to the adrenaline of doing something new and slightly taboo. his eyes darted between your eyes and the blunt in your hand, an amused smirk still on his lips.
"shii..." — you take a big hit, then exhale out of your nose.
his smirk widened into a full blown grin as you exhaled, a plume of smoke escaping through your nostrils.
"damn...", — he chuckled. "you really went all in for your first hit, didn't you? no coughing or anything. you been practicing or something behind my back?" — he took the blunt back from you, amused by your nonchalance.
"your turn" — you smile, just shaking your head.
he matched you smile, taking the blunt back and taking a deep puff. the smoke filled his lungs, the taste harsh but oddly satisfying.
"shi, that hits different," — he exhaled, a small cough escaping but not enough to ruin the moment. he passed the blunt back to you, the subtle scent of him mixing with the weed in the air. his eyes never left yours as they continued to pass back and forth, the basement feeling more secluded and intimate as you two shared your first smoke together.
like in an hour, you and him were laying on the couch at his basement, you head rested on his shoulder... he was taking puff, till you was feeling outta world...
