sex, drugs, girls//m.c// {katie}

one

"dude don't fucking hog the blunt! gimmie!" i laid with my legs across my best friend, michael clifford, while we smoked pot in his all too familiar apartment.

"wow don't be so pushy, little one." we had a weird relationship. we've fucked a few times at parties, had some threesomes with a guy named calum, our other best friend.

calum occasionally came by for a hit on tuesday nights after work. he hates his job. he's a pizza delivery guy, which is amazing for michael and i, but sucks for calum. he's not allowed to smoke during work.

i took the half smoked blunt from michael and brought it to my lips. all my fears and worries escaped my body, and i felt as if i was flying.

"michael?" i looked up at my friend with a sad look in my eye. he looked down and immediately frowned.

"what's up, baby girl?" michael and i were very open with each other, constantly asking one another questions about random shit. once he even asked me for a bj.

which, yes, i did give to him.

hey, it's not a bad dick.

"am i good enough?" i looked back down, suddenly feeling self conscious about my lifestyle and choices.

"of course you are baby. you're so fucking amazing." michael kissed my head, which wasn't unusual for us.

i guess you could say we were friends with benefits.

"my mom wants me to try harder in school." i complained taking another hit, getting high off my ass.

"bullshit. you're doing great, love." michael took the blunt from me and put it out.

"the fuck man?" i sat up and glared at my best friend, all while he grinned like an idiot.

"i wanna try something."
"michael, i already told you, you can't have sex with a goat."
"no not that!" he giggled. i rolled my eyes and waited for michael to continue.

"i wanna see who can go the longest without sex, drugs, and girls." i laughed sarcastically.
"i know for a fact that i can go longer. i'm not that gay michael."

"you're pretty fucking gay if you ask me."

"are you sure about that? cause last time i checked... my mouth was on your dick last night. so.." i made a seething sound through my teeth, signaling i was pretty annoyed with my friend.

"hey, you wanted to!"
"you asked me to!" we were now giggling and basically screaming at each other.

"alright, michael. you got yourself a bet."
"i wanna set rules and rewards." michael whined. i let him lay down in my lap so i could play with his hair.

"alright, shoot." michael hummed, making my thigh tickle and vibrate.

"alright, if you win, you can.. have all my weed." i snorted then laughed. there was no way he'd give up his weed.

"but if i win, you gotta be my official girlfriend." michael grinned. i bit my lip and pretended to ponder.

"you got yourself a deal."

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welcome, bitches. to sex, drugs, and girls.