Ecstasy

Nash Grier

Nash flew directly to Omaha after he got a call from Gilinsky and Sam. He'd been here for all of three hours, when he took a walk down Sam's neighbourhood and saw Johnson rolling around on the grass. He reeked of Marijuana. Not that Nash minded; he often smelt of the drug too.
Nash now had Johnson slung over his shoulder, and he was struggling with carrying his best friend and dragging his things too. Johnson was mumbling something inaudible. Nash paid no attention to him, instead focusing on carrying Johnson and his things.
He finally managed to make it back to Sam's house, and he walked inside. He threw Johnson onto the couch then started unloading his things from his wagon.
"Nash? Why're you here?" Johnson asked Nash. His voice sounded tired.
"Oh, no reason," Nash lied. "Just wanted to come congratulate you on your graduation."
"Oh." It didn't seem that Johnson took into account that Nash had missed his graduation, and had his own to attend.
Nash kept checking in with Johnson throughout the day, handing him glasses of water and making sure he didn't take any more drugs. Once Johnson was securely asleep, Nash stepped outside and lit himself a joint.
Nash blew out a breath, hating and loving the smell of it at the same time. He pulled out his phone and decided to check his social media and messages.
He had been getting a lot of hate lately, but nobody seemed to care about him as much as they cared when it had been Johnson. Nash didn't care though, it was mostly about him being a homophobe and sexist, which he wasn't. He just made it seem that way.
He continued scrolling through the comments. He would blow out smoke every few minutes, taking longer hits at the more hurtful comments. He decided to ignore them and go talk to whoever messaged him.

Cameron♡: Are you gonna bring the Jacks back to LA? Doesn't sound as if things are going too well over there.

Nash sighed embarrassingly at Cameron's contact name. The reason he acted so hateful towards gay people was because he was one. He was just afraid of coming out, because the way his father was- Nash had been beaten enough.

Me: Yeah, probably. Sam is gonna come too. Just gotta get ahold of G. He's not answering any of my texts. Anything new over there?

Nash's thumbs hesitated over the send button, wondering whether or not to send more. Eventually he just let it go and clicked the button. He then exited Cameron's conversation and went into Sam's.

Wilky: I'll be home soon, just went to J's house to see if he was there. Couldn't find any sign of him, expect this: (there was a picture of the smoke against the ceiling and the rainbow flag Johnson spray painted on the wall attached) Also, have you heard anything from G yet?
Me: Nah, nothing from Gilinsky. I found Johnson though. We're at your house, so hurry your pretty ass up

Nash examined the photo of Johnson's wall. Although the flag was rugged, it looked cool- it made a statement. Nash wished he was more brave like Johnson.
Nash heard Johnson feebly calling his name, so he went back inside after snuffing out the blunt. He found Johnson sitting up on the couch, his eyes red. Nash started panicking; what if he had gotten Johnson secondhand high?
As Nash got closer, he saw that it was just from him crying.
"Jack? What's wrong?" Nash knelt next to him on the floor, and Johnson shook his head, tears streaming out of his eyes.
"How bad did I mess up, Nash? How much does Jack hate me? How much do my parents hate me?" Nash's heart shattered into a million pieces, and he felt dread creep into his body. It hurt him to see Johnson like this, especially when he had already been through so much.
"Jack doesn't hate you, buddy. You may have ruined some things with all the drugs you take, and I'm not sure about your parents, but I know a lot of people love you. Gilinsky especially."
Johnson nodded, then flopped over and went back to sleep. Despite everything, Nash can't help but laugh. That action looked so adorably funny.
Nash stood up and headed towards the door when he heard Sam's car pull into the driveway. He looked out the window, then smiled when he saw who Sam had with him. Really, it was quite predictable.
It was Jeff Johnson.