Hate Sex is So Hot

28 - Smoked Out

(trigger warning for drugs?)

At 12 am the next night, Scott texted me. Avi was lying with his back to me, and Kirstin was gone. Getting water or something, maybe?

Scott: Are you up?

Mitch: ya

After I sent it a cringed a little, realizing how quick I was to reply. But he was just as fast.

Scott: Come outside

Scott: To the ice machine

Mitch: why?

He didn't reply. Jesus Christ, ominous much? I looked down at Avi and then back at the door, feeling a little bad for taking the second room card and basically locking him in here.

Scott: Oh and leave your room key Kirstie's here.

I breathed out a little, but then froze. What did Scott want to do with me and Kirstie? ...At least it wouldn't just be us alone. I was wearing sweatpants and a white tee shirt, so I wasn't looking the most glamorous I've ever looked, obviously. But I put on some shoes anyways and left Avi to sleep.

What did they want to do with me? And why not Kevin or Avi?

I saw them standing there by the ice machine, taking and soon turning their heads to me.

"What is it?" I asked, obviously tired and confused, and maybe even a little annoyed. Kirstie looked giddy, though.

"You can't tell Avi and Kevin about this. They said not to." Scott said, which immediately made me worried. Because Avi and Kevin were, like... smart, good people.

Scott started walking to the elevator, and Kirstie grabbed my sleeve.

"Scott's gonna show me how to smoke. Like... you know."

"Weed?" I asked, obviously unimpressed. She nodded.

"I'm not like... gonna do it again! It's just to say I've done it. Like, you've gotta do that in high school, right?"

"Oh... sure." I nodded. "But why do I have to be here?"

We turned the corner to where Scott was waiting.

"Because Scott kept mentioning that you might want to come." She said softly.

-

It was so creepy being in a park at night. The trees all seemed miles high, and the water in the streams looked black.

"Down here." He said, leading us under a bridge. Now, obviously, Scott doesn't smoke either. Right...? Unless there was something going on with him, I doubt he'd do it. His adopted father was a drug addict, after all...

We both sat in front of him, and he pulled out a book, opened it up, and ripped out one of the papers to roll.

Kirstie gaped.

"Is that a bible?" I said. He looked at us, obviously understanding that we found the fact that he was making blunts out of bible paper was funny.

"You guys are so immature." He said, but I'm nearly positive he giggled. Of course it took a while for him to get it all ready, but when he did, I snapped out of my little trance as the lighter flicked on. Placing the rolled up paper between his lips, he lit it, and took a deep inhale, holding it out as he blew air back out. Without even reacting at all really... like he was used to it, or something.

After a couple hits, he gave it to Kirstie, and tried to guide her through it. She held it cautiously and inhaled, quickly blowing back out.

"No no no." He explained. "You have to suck it in... like, to the back of your throat and down. It's... it's hard to explain, you'll just know, because it feels like shit."

She nodded and attempted another hit, sucking in for a while. After a long inhale she blew lots of smoke out from her mouth, and began to cough like crazy.

"See?" He laughed a little and dug through his bag. She quickly tried another one, but grabbed even quicker for the bottle of water he soon held out to her.

Scott held out the blunt to me. "Do you want some?"

I thought for a second on it. I told myself I would never smoke when I was younger, but I said I would never drink, either... and I actually really wanted to do it. Just to try it, of course.

"Sure." I said. "But I'm not a stoner or anything. I don't know how to do this."

"I'll show you." He said, and he guided me. My hands and my lips, around the blunt and through my few failed attempts before I finally got it, and sputtered out a few coughs. He was almost on top of me he was so close; kneading right besides me.

"You did it." He smiled.

I smiled back and put the blunt back in my mouth, blowing out towards his face. He just laughed and dove out of the way, with a "Hey!"

After passing around the dying blunt, Scott mentioned that you usually don't get high the first time, so we could keep going and get really high. I decided that yeah, that would be fun, because then there didn't have to be a second time. So he got another page ready and we smoked some more, until Kirstie giggled a little.

"Wow ok, I... do feel a little weird, yeah."

"You'll probably feel it more when you stand up." He said, and laughed a little, too. "God... I'm so high right now." I was just sitting there, blinking like an idiot, before I realized I should probably say something.

"Yeah. Me too."

"You've never been high before, Mitch." He said, amused. I rolled my eyes.

"Well then educate me on what I'm allowed to say, stoner."

"I am not a stoner!"

With that he gave another laugh... but it sounded nervous. His yelling had sounded so real... I looked at Kirstie as he stood up, and she looked back at me after a couple seconds with the same look in her face.

When I stood up and started to walk back up the rocky walls of the river, I almost immediately got what Scott meant. I tried to keep myself balanced, but it was incredibly hard. It was definitely different than being drunk, though. Like... I wasn't loosing full control of myself. One way to put it was that I felt... really happy.

"What are we gonna do now?" I asked.

"Scott promised me food." Kirstie spoke up. "I was already hungry, but apparently, being high makes food, like... really good."

"You just get more hungry." He laughed. "Not physically, but like... you want food more."

"I could really go for some mcdonalds right now." I commented, and Scott laughed.

"I'm better than that." Kirstie joked.

I felt so happy... so carefree. As we walked down towards that big letter M, I realized that me and Scott's happiest moments so far have both probably happened at a McDonald's, of all places. But I was too high to find it anything but funny.