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Eight Two - Chapter 6

Listen to track 8, it sounds so much better when you're high.

The blunt rolled in between Luke's forefinger and thumb, stalling himself from lighting it. He hadn't done it by himself before but he figured he was confident enough after watching Jaylee do it. The chorus had just started as Luke lit his tightly rolled blunt almost unsuccessfully but he managed to not singe his skin off, his long lanky legs were crossed indian style at the head of his bed while his back was against the headboard. His teeth toyed with his lip ring before he placed the blunt to his pink lips, them wrapping around it before he inhaled deeply as the melody of the song accompanying him reached a crescendo. The burst of the drums broke through the deep bass as Luke coughed, choking on the smoke that smothered his throat. A similar expression of disgust covered his face as it did the first time he smoked with Jaylee, only admitting to himself that he was taking this up because she liked it.

"What do you need this for?" Ashton joked, handing Luke the baggie.

"What? You don't think I smoke?" Luke sneered.

Ashton shrugged, "You know you don't have to because Jaylee forced you to."

Luke rolled his eyes, becoming irritated with his best friend which was certainly out of his character. "I'm not doing it because she 'forced' me."

The once soft thumping bass was now pulsing through Luke's ears, he even wondered if he had the track up too loud. It seemed to him that he and the music were closer than reality, that is was sinking into his skin and the symphonic sound pumped through the red blood that filled his veins. He could feel that his lungs stopped rejecting the marijuana and instead the euphoria and nostalgia seeped into his lungs. The faint memory of Jaylee, on his thighs while she sucked everything out of the blunt as her hips ground against his, quickly ran across his mind. He lifted the blunt up again to his face while his palm rested against his crotch, closing his eyes as he started to press his palm against himself. The slightest of friction, was bigger and better than it usually was. Luke's heart was pounding through his ears as the ending verse pulsated through the air and he straightened his legs out on the bed, spreading them slightly.

Before Luke noticed, his blunt was almost burnt out in between his fingers and Track 8 was far gone and over and he was almost gone and over but he felt so great and so high...mentally and metaphorically. The silence that took place of the track that was once playing was now being overtaken by Luke's soft grunts and the faint squeaking of the bed springs under him. He thought of her, Jaylee, and he didn't feel guilty about it. She made him feel good in ways he almost couldn't even make himself feel. It's like a small part of her was somehow wedged into blunt that he was now done smoking. He wished that she could be there with him again, smoking with him, smoking on top of him, on top of his thighs, her thighs spread wide against his.

His heart rate increased at the same speed his jaw dropped open and his hands worked faster than him, like they had a mind of their own. Like they weren't high and were slung into reality at their rate while they left Luke in his own high of distorted images and a slowed time lapse. And at once, it felt as if all the blossoms in the world bloomed at the same time. It was amazing and mesmerizing and he didn't want to forget how he was making himself feel in this moment, he didn't want to remember how it felt when he wasn't high.

He understood why people did this, why people smoked, why she did it. Every move, every sound, every feeling, every taste was enhanced. Time slowed for him, because it was his world and he was definitely feeling on top of it.

"This is my favorite band." Jaylee's fingertips ran across the smooth plastic of the album cover while her eyes flickered up at Luke's.

He just stood there, smiling nervously, trying to find a way to start a conversation with her and she even opened the door for him to talk about her favorite band. But he didn't say anything. He just slightly nodded, hoping she didn't notice.

She just scanned the album and smiled a bit to herself as if she was remembering something. "Listen to track 8, it sounds so much better when you're high."

And holy fuck she was right.

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A/N: I know its short I apologize, I just want to develop Luke's character a little without the others being in the way. Thank you for reading! Vote! Comment! :-)