Bad Boys and Pretty Potheads

Chapter 1

I love the way that first hit feels. I instantly feel myself getting calmer, more relaxed. I love the way the bubbles sound, too. Actually, come to think of it, I don't think there's anything I don't like about smoking weed, except of course running out.

But I didn't have that worry today. I picked up an ounce on the way home and was set for this week. I was sitting on the back balcony, in my favorite black panties and bra. I lived in some old brick apartments, but my building was almost completely vacant. I think we had one other occupant, maybe two? The rest wanted the side with a view of the city, but to me the sparkling lake was the perfect view. Not to mention the privacy I get. I get so much privacy that, well,  I can smoke weed half naked outside and no one knows.

I took anothet hit and stared off into the lake. I watched the cardinals swoop from the trees to the ground, back to the trees. The lake was almost still, but there was a slight breeze making it move.

I hit it again and laid back in my chair, closing my eyes. It was such a calm morning. I was finally getting comfortable when I heard something on the balcony by me. I opened my eyes and looked over, standing there was some guy staring at me.

"Names Ryder," he smirked at me.

Uh okay? What do I care about his name, I just want him to stop staring.

"Well, Ryder, hasn't anyone told you its not polite to stare?" Seriously what's up with this guy? Go away already.

"Well love, you make hard in that, just wanted to give you a heads up that I'll be your new neighbor. But please, don't let me stop you from what you're doing."

I wanted to smack the smile off his face. I grabbed my bong and went in the house, hearing him let out a small laugh.

Great. Just what I need, an obnoxious tool living next to me.  I'm gonna need another bowl for this.