Rowan

II

I drove home to an empty house, like I do most nights. The folks usually go out to dinner now that two of my older brothers have already left and one more is on the way. My little sister is sometimes around but she's usually busy hanging around her slutty friends who use her Down syndrome as a clutch for attracting older dudes. Don't ask me how the science works because I wouldn't be able to tell you. Either way though, I enjoy the solitude. It's easy to disappear in Our house which is rather large considering the amount of money I racked in for the whole family, which I never got a dime of.

I walked upstairs to my room, pulled out my secret box, and rolled a joint. These moments I cherish. I love pot. It's the only thing that really got me through my transition of getting out of the spot light. As I'm burning away, my phone lights up and a text from an unknown number appears. It read, "Hey, it's Rowen! I've got your wallet along with some drinks. Come outside?"
I naturally smiled. There's Something about that girl. I walked outside, joint in hand and I stifle a wave. She waves back and hands me my wallet.
"You left it by the door and I flagged down your friend who gave me your address. I hope you don't mind."
She said with a smile
"oh no of course not. Thanks a lot, I definitely need this. Wanna come inside? No one else here but me."
I say with a welcoming tone. She smiles again. I open the door and while Leading her upstairs I was rather taciturn, but I don't think she seemed to care considering her mild intoxication. We reach the entrance to my room.
"Ladies first"
I say while gesturing to the multitude of seating I have spread about the room.
"Oh, a gentlemen? I had no such clue." We both chuckle. She took a seat on my bed while I pulled out a few bowls worth of weed and a small pipe.
"You smoke?"
I ask reluctantly.
"Pretty often, yeah. I like it more than most things".
She replies. I can tell she means it too. I pack a bowl pretty quickly and offer her the first hit.