Tiny Glowing Screens

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"That's why I think the government is total bullshit," George finished.

I looked at the man before me and smiled. How could I have not known this human exists? He is literally me in male form.

"Damn, that's some deep shit," I said taking a sip of my coffee.

We had walked to George's apartment instead of going to an actual coffee shop. He said that it would be more aesthetically pleasing. I didn't argue.

"You trying to smoke?" He asked.

I looked at the young man in front of me. His dark hair short but a bit long on top. His pale skin home to nothing but a bit of a sunburn. His dark eyes looking at me carefully; scanning my emotions to see if he said something offensive.

"Sure," I finally replied calmly.

George let out a sigh that he seemed to be holding in for ages. He began to carefully roll a joint, packing the marijuana tightly but not too tight so airflow would still travel. He sparked the end and puffed a few times, letting out a cloud of smoke then submitting to the oncoming coughs. His slender but short fingers turned the joint my way, in which I took between my short slender fingers.

I carefully examined the joint, studying George's rolling technique. I caught him looking at me in my peripheral vision, studying me with the same carefulness that I studied his rolling. I finally took the joint between my lips and inhaled slowly, taking in every inch of thick smoke that I could. The smoke danced across my tongue, the feeling traveling to my brain quickly. I passed the joint back to George and exhaled slowly, my oncoming coughing attack arriving quicker than I originally thought.

George looked at me with a gentle smile. "You okay?"

I managed to nod through my coughing fit. "Yeah, I'm fine. That just hit harder than usual," I answered hoarsely.

"Yeah, it's some good shit. $30 a gram," he said, making me feel better about my harsh coughing.

Soon the joint was gone and I was laying on George's couch with my head laid lazily in his lap.

"Do you ever wonder why you live where you live? Like, there are so many places in the world, the universe really, and I live here?" I asked, looking up at George's bloodshot eyes.

He nods. "All the time. I wonder why I don't live in like, I don't know, Ohio..." George trailed off.

I started laughing hard. George looks at me and smiles. "What? What's so funny?"

"The fact that you wonder why you don't live in Ohio just got to me. Ohio of all places. I found it really funny," I explained. "What time is it?"

George looks at his phone, "9:45. What time do you need to be home?"

I shrugged. "I live on my own anyway. My parents said I could move out when I turned eighteen and I did. But, they pay for my apartment."

"We can start walking to your house." George said, standing up.

I stood up with him, finally noticing how much taller he was than me. "Wow, I just now realized that you're like half a foot taller than me."

George looked down at me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "That means you make the perfect arm rest."

I giggled, liking the feeling of his arm around my shoulders.

Soon, we were in front of my house. It turns out he only lives a few blocks away from me. George turned to me, his dark bloodshot eyes connecting with mine. "I had a lot of fun tonight, Lindsii."

I smiled at the young man in front of me. "I had fun too. We should do it again tomorrow," I said searching his eyes for a response.

I caught a glimmer in his eyes. "Yeah, that sounds great!"

We stood there in a comfortable silence. Suddenly George stepped closer to me and wrapped a slender arm around my waist. He stared into my eyes and leaned in. His soft lips connected with mine gently. I wrapped my arms around his neck and went along with the tender kiss.

George pulled back and smirked. "I'll see you at school tomorrow, Lindsii."

"See you tomorrow George."

I began walking into my house, turning around to watch him walk away. He turned around and met my eyes one more time. His gleaming smile shone through the illuminated darkness.

This was the last time I saw George Watsky.