Costco Kisses

Dope Hunt

Kyla was cool. I have to admit but I was more focused on getting some blunts right now. I know it was bad but I couldn't quit. It made me feel good for a change. Usually I felt like shit due to my shitty parents and friends. Weed was my get away, round trip to happiness and back.

I decided to hit up my usual girl Charlotte. She had the best pot around, all because she grew it fresh in her back yard. This girl was my bestfriend. She was always there for me, when my girlfriend broke up with me, when my dog died. She always knew just what to tell me.

I headed up to her place on Capricorn Lane. She lived in a little cottage looking house with a roommate named Danielle. There was a rumor that her roommate was hooking up with the vice principal but I thought he kind of looked like a mouse and she could do much better than him.

Once I got to her place I had made up my mind I was going to stay there a little and tell her about Kyla. I don't know why but I really liked being around her. She was like my own little gateway drug.

I knocked on her door and Danielle answered. Danielle didn't like me much. She was a total bitch to my friends but she paid the rent and Charlotte seemed to really like her so she stayed. She rolled her eyes and said, "Come in," I went in and I sat on their couch. As she walked away I shamelessly watched her butt as she walked. All I could think was, damn.

"Charlotte is in the shower," Danielle informed me and walked back out into the back yard where she was reading a book about greasers and soaking her feet in the pool. She slammed the sliding glass door in my face as I tried to continue a conversation with her.

I had been awkwardly sitting and doing nothing while Charlotte finished up her shower. I was really trying not to pick up the playboy that was somewhat hidden under a cheez-its. Why she had a playboy, I didn't think to ask.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" Charlotte came out in a towel with freshly cleaned hair. She sat down next to me so it was obvious that she didn't actually want me to leave.

"Looking for some indo," I responded plainly as I raised my eyebrows at her as if a signal for her to roll some a joint or two from the scraps on the table. Her table was clear and had pictures of Danielle, Juliana, her and I. She had marijuana and little pieces of paper laying around seemingly covering all the private parts of the women on the magazines.

"I'll get some papers," she said and got up from the green somewhat puke stained couch that she got from her dad when he left the family.

Charlotte was a babe. She wasn't too thick but she had a kind of original beauty with curly hair that never seemed to lose its volume no matter how much she straightened it. She had perfectly tanned skin as if she went tanning everyday but actually avoided the sun. She also always looked gorgeous, makeup or not.

"You done staring, asshole?" She said as she passed me a joint. I took my lighter out of my pocket and lit up. I passed my lighter to her as I took a drag. I loved Friday nights like this. Sitting on her crusty couch smoking up the room and talking about our childhood. Some of the best moments of my life.