I have no intention whatsoever to go to school today. Don't get me wrong, I tolerate school and keep my grades up, but sometimes everything becomes overwhelming. Today is one of those days. I text Luke to see if he's around.
ME: hey bro what are you up to?
LUKE: nothing much, wanna meet up?
ME: yeah, I'm skipping school today
LUKE: nice, same place?
ME: ok, see you in ten
Luke and I have known each other for two years now. He's 23, so 8 years older than me. I enjoy hanging out with him, drinking, and smoking weed together.
I swear I don't drink and smoke a lot—maybe 3 times a week. Well, more like 5. Don't judge; it's not like my mother cares, and it helps me cope with everything. By the way, I found out a couple of months ago that doing drugs is even better, with fewer side effects. I usually drink to black out or ease the pain, but sometimes it's just for fun.
Anyways, excuse my rambling. I just got to the park when I see Luke waving at me. He's smoking a joint when I get to him, and he passes it to me without a word. It takes me just a few drags before it hits me—damn, this stuff is strong.
Luke grins at me "You look like you've had a rough day. Everything cool?"
"Yeah all good bro, you on the other hand look like a troll who has slept the last 8 nights under a bridge" I respond laughing
We hang out, talking and laughing. The effects of the weed make everything feel light and distant. The pain and stress of home seem to blur away, replaced by a hazy calm. I feel like I'm floating, detached from the world. Everything is a bit too bright, a bit too surreal, but it's a welcome distraction.
At one point Luke giggles and remarks "You're a mess, you know that? But hey, at least you're a mess with style."
I laugh, the sound mingling with the rustling leaves. I don't care about anything right now, not the bruises, not the burns—nothing. For the first time in days, I can breathe without feeling like I'm suffocating.
Everything looks weird. I drop to the ground and touch the grass.
Why is it so soft?
Why is grass green?
Am I a troll? No, I'm pretty sure Luke's the troll. Wait, I think Luke's a wall.
I giggle.
Can walls talk? Eh probably...
The wall picks me up and kinda drags me mumbling something in my ear.
Yeah walls can definitely talk
Im sure they have arms too
I don't know how much time has passed but I collapse onto a couch, feeling the warmth of the cushions engulf me. The room is spinning slightly, but I'm too exhausted to care. Luke throws a blanket over me, but I barely register it. The high makes everything feel like it's happening in slow motion, and I let myself drift into a dreamlike state.
As I start to drift off, I hear a voice. My eyes flutter open and I see Luke muttering something under his breath. I'm confused.
Luke sees me and says "You're staying here tonight."
"Nooooooo" I whine, but I don't press further, letting sleep engulf me.
A/N
This one is soooo short I know and I deeply apologies, so don't kill me please, I have a dog. He will attack you with a tennis ball and his wagging tail, it hurts. I'm sorry if you guys like Luke but he's not coming back, at least not at the moment.
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