Jackie's POV
His bed has never felt so soft.
I just want to melt into it and never move. If I stay still enough, maybe I will. I glance up, searching for Dylan, and spot him sitting at the top of the bed, his face glowing from his phone light.
"How do you do anything but lay in this bed when you're stoned?" I groan.
He laughs, dropping his phone to the bed and laying his head down next to mine.
"There's a lot of interesting things to look at when you're stoned. How am I supposed to see them all if I'm stuck in bed?" he says, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
"What do you look at?" I ask, curious.
"Clouds, trees, and trippy cartoons are always a must." He sounds like he's reading off a Google search.
"But what's something you see that you just want to stare at for hours?" I cut in.
"Besides you?" he says.
I tear my eyes from the window to look at him.
He doesn't mean that. I tell myself.
"He does in fact, mean that." Dylan responds in third person.
Guess I didn't say that just in my head.
"You gonna stare at me all of homecoming?" I joke, trying to move past the insecurity that slipped out.
"Especially if you don't have on a dress." he teases, making light of my lack of formal wear for the event.
"Are you worried about May at all?" I ask.
Apparently weed makes it impossible for me to keep my thoughts to myself.
"Are you?" he asks back.
"I'm more worried about Avery more than her." I affirm.
"Avery will behave. She'll be walking around with Theo on her arm finally. She'll be too perfectly happy to notice us." he states, but I didn't want his thoughts on Avery.
"I asked you about May." I respond.
He quiets, staring back up at the ceiling.
"I mean, she's still on coke. So yeah, there's a chance she could freak out again like that night. So maybe a bit worried." he answers.
"Is that all your worried about?" I press, my insecurities on full display thanks to this weed.
"Jackie," he says, frustrated.
"I'm taking you to homecoming. Would I do that if I were so worried about May seeing us?" He asks, tone still exasperated.
I turn back toward the window and let the silence take over. After a moment, he sits up at the headboard. I sit up too, noticing the imprint my body left in the blanket.
"Did coke feel like this?" I ask, wondering if he'll elaborate on the experience.
"Weed just makes you paranoid, doesn't it?" he replies. I think its rhetorical.
He stands from the bed, extending his hand to me. "Come on, we're getting snacks." He's dodging again, but I take his hand and follow anyways.
I just really wanted to hold his hand.
Theo's POV
I'm happy with her. I love her. I know these things, but its hard to tell if she's on the same page as me.
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Secrets Look Different in the Light
RomanceTwo love stories, one friend group. A new school year has started and changes are well on their way. Avery has been in the public eye for as long as she can remember. Being popular in school due to her stunning looks, and being the daughter of some...
