High on you

I will

"Knock knock knockin' on heavens door" George whispered lightly as he hunched under his desk, digging through his crate of records. He was about to transfer into whistling the tune once he found the album he was looking for, he began to crawl out.

*HONK*

In the sudden shock, George attempted to stand up only to knock the back of his head on the table. "Ow!" He crawled out from under it and stood at his window. There on his curb was Pauls car, George scowled and made eye contact with the perky lad. Slowly he raised his middle finger and mouthed 'you're dead' but Paul just smiled cheekily and waved. George chuckled, got to his feet and flung his bag over his shoulder. Unplugging his phone on the way out, he spun out of the room.  As he thumped down the steps, he flicked his phone screen and found it near dead causing him to stop for a second and look back confused at his room like he might figure out then and there why his charger had not worked. With a huff, he knew he had to let it go and he shoved the rest of the way outside.

George sauntered over to the side of the car and got in beside Paul. "Good morning!" Paul chirped, George gave a reluctant smile.

"Morning" he replied, less than eager to leave his home. Paul put the car in gear and looked towards George. 

"How's that cold?" Paul asked and George coughed, into his elbow, Paul smiled.

"Torturous." George sleepily wiped his jacket sleeve under his eyes.

Paul pulled up into the schools lot and George frowned again. "I'll still meet ya for cigs during yer last class, Linda's got a class that hour so I'll have to wait anyway."

George smiled. "Alright, I'll see ya!" He shoved his stuff into his bag and hoped from Pauls car and began his way to class. Paul briefly checked his phone before gliding out of the car, throwing his bag over his shoulder, hitting the back of his pale purple jumper. Already back in his routine, he stopped at his locker to get the necessary materials for AP English. As he made his way to class he stuck his earbuds into his ear and shuffled through his music but like he did everyday, he just skipped until he got to the same five or six songs he'd been hooked on recently. He barely looked up from his phone before he heard that same annoying lads voice.

"S'like with it, I can see things that the worlds been trying to keep us blind from!" He was making wild gestures to someone who must be a mate of his. Paul quirked his brow and flashed the teacher a smile before sitting at his table, pulling out his notebook. And once again in habit, he tapped his pencil against the table in search of a good rhythm for the lyrics he'd plastered on his paper but he came up short.

"Are you high right now mate?" The snide comment, Paul assumed came from that mate the lad had been talking to when Paul walked in. For some reason, Paul strained his eyes and turned his head to get them in his view. The lad held up his fingers and made a gesture to say 'a bit'. Paul momentarily wondered how the casualness came so fluently to the two of them on such a subject. He turned back to the front of the classroom where the teacher was settling in and checking off an attendance list as the classmates piled into the class. Paul felt his phone vibrate next to him just as the lesson began but he only turned it off to mute it, for fear of being caught.

George laid his phone flat on his desk with no regard nor care for being caught. Screenshoting anything he thought Paul would think was worth a laugh and sending it to him. He knew full well that Paul would not be checking this now, George glanced at the clock, ten minutes into his AP English class. But he would see it eventually and that was always good enough for George. He didn't have much keeping him awake in this class anyway. He said that but as the teacher started patrolling the aisles of desks George shoved his phone into his bag and flashed the teacher an innocent smile, Paul would kill him if he got in trouble.