Smoke Filled

*sounds made with tongue*

I woke up on the floor of my bedroom, still a little out of it. The breeze from an open window gave me chills all over my bare stomach. My only choice was to get up and grab a sweatshirt. As I pulled it over my head, I heard the booming sound of my ringtone from the floor and I quickly picked it up and looked at the caller I.D. It was him...Logan.

At this point, I had no idea why he was calling, and I was freaking out. My mind raced to the fact that maybe, just maybe, he was calling to apologize, to say everything i've always wanted him to say. If it hadn't been for that thought I probably wouldn't have answered, but I did.

"Hello?" I said, nervous as all hell.

"Ivory, why'd you call me last night?" He asked and I finally remembered last night, but hearing him say my real name hurt. Most people called me by a nickname, Jude, but he was never one to do that.

"What?"

"Yeah, I have a missed call from you at 2 in the morning. Why'd you call me?" I could hear the frustration in his voice

I obviously couldn't tell him I was tripping hardcore last night. He wasn't one to be encouraging weed, or any kind of drugs for that matter. So I lied, not the first time.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I-uh must've butt dialed you in my sleep. I've done that before." I said, completely smooth, not suspicious at all.

"Uh huh, well, I have to go. Bye." He answered, leaving me alone in silence, and I sat on my bed and looked at my phone for a while. I replayed the whole situation over and over in my head, wondering what he was thinking, or what I could've said. I immediately became disappointed in myself for not telling the truth, or just telling him I miss him, but god knows I'm too much of a coward to do that.

After I noticed how out of breath I had become from my anxiety, I put on some fuzzy socks stepped into the garage with my pipe.

"The first hit is always the best hit" Gavin (1 of the 3 best friends I had) would say before he smoked. I thought of that while it burned through my body. By this point in my life I was pretty sure my lungs were drowning in it. Smoke came tunneling from my nostrils and I imagined myself as a bull. I'm stubborn enough to be a bull, but not nearly as angry.

I stepped back into the house and texted the gang to come over. My mom was gone most of the time, she was always traveling. Karen (my mother) worked as a photographer, next to her husband John (my step dad) the producer. They traveled all over together and I would care less to come along on a "family trip" so I was use to being home alone. My mother put a lot of trust in me, to this day I don't know the reason but I'm kind of glad she did.

When the guys arrived I heard Gavin come in first, "Honey we're home!!" A sentence I heard frequently the past summer. Now that it was Fall, it got a little old sometimes but I didn't mind.

All 3 of them had a grungy aura. Gavin was sure as hell the loudest, also the shortest (excluding me) and he often got picked on for that. He usually wore jackets way too big for him to make him appear bigger, but in reality it made him look tinier. Lucas was more chill, he looked a little bit like JT when he was in NSYNC (he honestly liked hearing that too) Lucas just brightened everyone's day as much as he could. But, Jackson, was the confusing one, he was more quiet and to himself. Being the tallest, he intimidated pretty much everyone but occasionally we could open him up and he'd have a really good laugh. Trust me, he had the best laugh.

We all sat on the couch in the garage and turned on the radio, I could never forget how that felt. Being high with friends is always better than when you're alone. When you're alone you get stuck in your head, but my boys never let me get stuck in my head.
I had nothing to worry about with them.