"I'm seeing shit, Kim, oh my God, I feel like I'm in a dollhouse!" My friend Gina said to me as she lay on my couch, high as the clouds. Matt, John, Gina, our friend Eva, my brother and I were all smoking in Phil's room but Gina needed air so she went downstairs to lay on my couch. "I feel like a fucking wooden doll," she said as she laughed, clearing sensing how little sense she seemed to be making. I laughed a bit, me being high as well. I went back up with some drinks. I didn't shut the door behind me because all the scents of the bedroom were coming together to create such nausea, I gagged. Keep it together.
When we were almost done smoking, John sat up abruptly, and started gagging at the door frame, and spit up. Uh-oh. "You okay?" I asked, not wanting him to feel embarrassed.
"Yeah," he said, "uhh, what should I do now?"
"Don't worry about it, just sit down." My brother said. Thank god, hopefully he won't feel too embarrassed.
"Alright," John said, taking a seat. Minutes went by until John got up again and, before he could even reach the door, he threw up. Matt and Eva burst out laughing as I sat there, just watching, not wanting to make him feel any worse. It got all down his sweatshirt.
"Don't worry about it, just clean it up," my brother said, handing John paper towels. I would have helped, but I knew that if I got too close to it, my own vomit would be added to the mixture. John went into the bathroom right before I went back downstairs to tell Gina what happened. Maybe it was because I was high, maybe it was real; I still don't know. But, I thought I heard him crying in the bathroom as I passed it to go downstairs.
After telling Gina, she didn't have much of a reaction other than "Oh my Goooood, Kimmmm! Yo he alwayyys does this, don't even worry"
"But Gina, he's crying," I said, worried this might make him somehow feel differently about me.
"Oh God, Kim. I don't know man, I've never seen him cry before," Great. Please don't let this screw things up. I got John a bottle of water and brought Gina back up with me.
"Uhh," John pointed to the stains on his sweatshirt.
"Take it off, I'll give you one of my brother's," I said, disappearing into a room down the hall, coming back seconds later with a sweatshirt for John.
Aware of the time, and the fact that my parents would be coming home in an hour, I remembered I hadn't cleaned. Too high to care, I walked away from them and went into my room to clean. While cleaning, John came in to see me. He sat on my computer chair and watched as I moved about my room, cleaning the mess I had created that morning before school. I paused cleaning and walked up to him, still standing. I stood there playing with his almost-shoulder length hair for a bit. We had been dating just over a week, so we hadn't kissed yet. He's so sweet. I want to kiss him so badly. I pushed his hair back and out of his face. Please don't be upset. I hugged him, I could see myself loving this boy.
