After Thomas's upsetting outburst, the family insisted that they should allow the other's to have their fair share in greeting Paul. As everyone exited the small hospital room, Paul had a moment to himself and focused on his surroundings. To say he's been strong throughout this process would be the biggest lie. He's been lying this entire time, from his concealing feelings for Nina, to what really made him end up in the hospital. He flashes back to the recent memory haunting him since his awakening.
It was the same cold breezing night, just like every other night has been. It was the bipolar weather of Atlanta, yet the temperature didn't coincide with the month of July. Paul wouldn't complain, since he's grown accustom to chilly nights. He takes a deep breath as he waits, checking the time every 5 minutes; anxious about what's to come.
He's done this enough times; all ready knowing what to do, but each and every time his nervousness grew casually. Knowing that anything can go wrong.
From the sketchy meet up places, to dim lights that barely helped decipher anything from afar. It was risky but at the same time it was exhilarating to him. The thought of being over the edge and having this sort of adrenaline made him feel like his teenage self. Maybe that was the case, being able to go back in time and act as his reckless young self. He's been in numerous fights as a teenager, and even then he couldn't explain why he had such a taste for trouble. It wasn't until he grew passionate about acting, which subtle his enjoyment of being reckless and free.
As time passed, he noticed the familiar figure of which it belonged to his longing friend Kenny. Who also happened to be in the line if business. When Kenny had walked close enough to where Paul can see his face, he breathed in and exited the vehicle. Meeting the slightly older man halfway.
"What's up man? How you been?" The deep tone asked.
"Same routine man. But I've been good, you know just holding up. How about you bro?" Paul directed, as he hugged it out with Kenny.
"Ah, man I'm still the same too. You know, I now gained some very sophisticated clients who serious about this and not playing any games, so that's a nice little change."
"That's great to here man, but uh hey, I don't wanna seem like I'm being impatient or anything but did you bring it?" Paul inquired, licking his lips due to the windy weather that's chapping them.
"You got the grub?" Kenny asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at Paul up and down playfully.
Paul reaches into his wallet and shows Kenny his obvious amount. Kenny suspiciously looks at it, making Paul feel a little bit more nervousness creep up on him.
"I'm messing with ya man." Kenny soon laughs loudly relieving the once tense atmosphere die down.
He proceeds to go to his car, opening the back of the trunk which contained the herb, he grabbed the precise amount that equaled the money Paul had with him. Casually, the slightly older man hands Paul the herbs in a safe tight plastic packaging while the green eyed man exchanges his half of the deal. Once everything was settled, Paul breathes out, Not even beginning to realize that he had held in oxygen this entire time.
"Hey Paul, uh. Does your old man know you doing this type of thing man?" Kenny questions, rubbing the back of his neck unsure of where else to set his hands.
Paul looks at him confusingly, not really understanding Kenny's obvious concern. When the dark skinned man notice, he quickly rephrased his sentence, wanting to make a more clearer statement.
"I mean the weed man. Does he know you're
smoking it?" Kenny says.
"No he doesn't. I intend to keep it that way too Kenny."
