Trust me, I'm Lying [Boyxboy]

Chapter Fourteen

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Medicinal Marijuana.

Mary J.

Pot.

Whatever it goes by, it's making my head float on top of clouds. As straight edge as I am, I broke that today by buying it. Now 50 bucks broker, I felt 50 pounds lighter.

And at this moment I have no regrets.

"Cole?"

He turned his head towards me, hands remaining on the steering wheel. "Yeah?"

"Lets go see Mike."

His eyes bulged in the way they always do. In the way they had done when he picked me up from my house and noticed my eyed were pink. In the way they did when I had confirmed his thoughts when I told him I was, indeed, high.

However he recovered, "I don't think that's such a good idea."

"It's a dying mans wishes. How can you say no?" I pouted.

Cole's mouth made a thin line and I heard him mutter something along the lines of "You're not going to die."

In a louder tone he spoke up, "But fine. Lets go see Mike."

I clapped my hands together and cheered, "Woooh!" Cole gave me a sideways glance, but stayed quiet.

We arrived at his house, and I popped open the door as quick as I could. I flung myself to Mike's door and rung the doorbell three times to make sure he heard it.

"Jesus, Once is enou-" when he saw me standing there, he cut his first sentence off and started another one. "Beau..? Why are you here..."

Mike's eyes drifted from my face to something behind me, his mouth moved to talk but stopped when somebody talked over him.

"Don't ask me, I have no clue," Cole said from behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and I looked back at him and gave him a smile.

Mike's eyes looked hesitant, "Okay..?"

"Beau's high," Cole said bluntly, breaking the ice.

Mike's eyes shot up, "No fucking way." He pointed at me and shook his head, then he started laughing, "No, there's no way this straight arrow is high."

"Stop talking about me like I'm not here!" I shouted, folding my arms. "Mike how have you been?"

Mike took forever to answer so I entertained myself by checking out the stripes on my shirt. It was navy blue and white, maybe one of my favorite shirts. My two fingers were almost big enough to fit a stripe.

"Alright, I believe you," Mike said slowly to Cole, keeping his eyes on me.

"Fine, ignore me. I didn't want an answer anyway," I pouted.

"How long has he been on this stuff?" Mike asked.

"At least an hour and a half."

"So, he should be coming down soon," Mike stated.

"Yeah, pretty much," Cole shrugged.

"And you brought him to my house," Mike glared at Cole. Realizing I was no longer in the conversation I sat down on Mike's porch. They glanced at me once, then kept talking.

"He asked."

"Doesn't mean you had to comply."

Cole shrugged again, "Well, obviously I did. And he's here. So deal with it."

"What was he doing before you came here anyway?"

"Eating. All he was doing was eating his whole kitchen."