Far out into the night, all of us high and drunk out of this world. I'm pretty sure I've never been in this state before, but who cares right now? I won't even remember anything tomorrow anyways so why not make this interesting.
Michael looking a bit pale over by a corner of the treehouse. Probably because he just smoked weed for the first time a few hours ago. Me and Mckenzie sat in the middle of the room laughing hysterically at something that probably wasn't even funny.
"Yo, Mikeyy. Come over heeere." I slurred really badly. "Whaaat?" He asked. "Don't be such a (don't stop hehehehe jk) little pussy and get out of your corner." I sassed.
He somehow managed to shove himself over to where me and Kenzie sat. "Why did you want me to come over baabe???" he mumbled.
He called me babe. Me. The one who never got a boyfriend because she was 'too violent'. I didn't know what I was doing before I suddenly felt a pair of lips on mine. We did it again. We kissed. I'm not sure who's fault it was this time, but it was probably me.
The kiss felt so sloppy and messy, I was glad I wasn't gonna remember this the day after. Suddenly me and Michael was pulled from each other. Kenzie. "You two lovebirds can do that when you are sober, right now we're gonna have some fun!" She cheered a little too loud and lit another cigarette.
She took a puff and passed it to me. I did the same and passed it to Michael. We were all high as fuck but we still couldn't stop. The sweet smell of the smoke filled our nostrils, while the smoke tickled our throats.
*Next morning*
I woke up to a pounding headache and a sore throat. What the fuck had happened here? Two other people were also with me in this weird place. Where am I?
One of the people on the floor on the other side of the small room suddenly sat up. Only looking at that hurt my head. My vision was blurry and my throat was dry. "Hey Lexie." The guy whispered and squinted his eyes into small stripes. Michael? Yeah. He was the only guy I've been with the last few days so it had to be him.
"Hey. What the fuck happened last night?" I asked. He itched the back of his head and I swear I could see his brain working. "I don't really know... Last thing I remember was....." He became quiet. "What?" I asked. "Uhh, I think it's my imagination doing stuff with my brain, I'm not sure," he looked at the floor "but did we kiss yesterday? We probably didn't, I..." "We did..." I said as faint, blurry memories started to come back.
"What is going on, and can someone turn the sun off?" A voice groaned from another corner. McKenzie. "Well, good morning to you too." I chuckled. Another groan came from her mouth, "I'm never going to drink or smoke ever again. This shit fucking hurts." Me and Mike laughed at her statement, both knowing that wasn't true.Later on in the day me and Michael left the treehouse and we were headed towards his place. We walked in silence the first fifteen minutes before Michael decided to speak up. "I'm sorry for yesterday, I'm sorry I kissed you." He looked down to the ground. "It's ok, we were drunk and high and all of that shit. And I bet if you wouldn't have kissed me, I would've probably done it... You never know." I answered him as he chuckled.
We made awkward small talk while on the way to the house he lived in. A few streets away from his house it's like he suddenly remembers something and says, "I want you off the streets. I want to help you, take care of you until you get a house maybe? Please take my offer, and no it's not to get in your pants, I'm a nice guy, I promise." "No. I don't want help. I don't need any help." I answered.
"Yes you do, and I'm gonna be that person to help you." "No. I can take care of myself. I don't need your help." I now realized that we were stopped in front of his house. I turned to leave, but Michael grabbed my hand before I could leave.
"You are staying, no matter what."--------------------------
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