"And I don't care how high you are." - What so not, High you are
I wake up to the door bell ringing. Ding. Ding. Dingdingding. Groaning, I get up and wonder who the hell would come knocking at out door on a Sunday night at - I look at the clock - 2:37AM. As I strut to the door in my ugly ass pink shirt that reads "drink coffee, do dumb things with energy!" in the most hideous font, I realize that James' door is wide open and conclude it must be him at the door.
Annoyed at my brother for disturbing my peaceful beauty-sleep, I rip the door open and grumble "It's not that hard to take your keys-" Until I realize it's not my brother, but in fact, the person I'd least expected - Jack - a lopsided grinning, blood-shot eyed Jack, actually. "Jack?"
"Hello, Ashley!" He greets and then engulfs me in a bear hug and swirls me around. Before I can correct him to Ash, he puts me down again and asks "Is Jamesy-Bamsey-Clamsey home?"
"Jamesy-Bamsey-Clamsey?" I echo amused.
"Yup. I just came up with it." He says and claps his hands before bursting into a fit of giggles.
Yes.
Giggles.
"Oh my god - you're high." I realize - how did it take me this long? I should have known the moment I saw those red eyes.
He hides his face in his hands as if he's embarassed and I take a moment to calm down.
Jack's not him, Ash. You're fine, Ash. Be strong, Ash.
And when I look up again and see Jack smiling at me like he is, I realize I absolutely don't need to be scared.
"A teeny tiny bit, maybe?" He replies unsure. I sigh- he's high above the clouds, not just a teeny tiny bit high.
"Yeah, okay. James is not home by the way, said something about a party or something." I say, remembering the question he'd asked me earlier.
"Awww, no." He says and pouts. Then, his eyes light up again and he's walking towards the kitchen. "You've got something to eat?"
At this, I can't help but chuckle. "Sure. What do you want to eat?" I ask and open the fridge. I make a mental note to go grocery shopping tomorrow, since there really isn't a lot to choose from anymore.
"Hmmm..." He trails off and looks around the room. "Oh, I know! Chips."
I laugh. "I think we can arrange that." I say and grab a bag of chips from the kitchen counter. (We really need to clean this place, too)
"Thank you so much!" Jack replies and literally shovels the chips inside of him like a god damn maniac. Once he finished the entire bag, he looks at me again. "Those were the best chips of my life."
"Glad I could serve you." I respond, laughing. I yawn, and realize it's in the middle of the night and I have school tomorrow, meaning I should probably sleep. "Anyways, I'm gonna go back to bed. Some of us still have to go to school, you know?"
He laughs, and I wonder how long it takes for the effect of weed to go away. The last time I smoked weed was a year and a half ago, so I don't exactly remember. "Right, I'll just drive home then-"
"You drove here? Are you fu.cking insane? Do you even realize how fu.cking high you are? You could have crashed, god, you could've killed someone! You could have killed your-fu.cking.self!" But then I shut up, because I realize he's still high and just chuckles sheepishly at me, so I might as well stay quiet.
"Honey, I'm a pro."
"You're not driving. Stay here, call a cab, whatever. But you're not driving like that." I order.
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intoxicated
Teen Fictionthe one where ashley accidentally calls her brother's best friend (needless to say, he's also the guy she was crushing on incredibly hard in sixth grade) to pick her up when she is, of course, drunk as fuck. (and let me tell you, it's gonna turn ash...
