"Austin come ooooooooooooon" Alan was whining at him, as per usual, to 'just take one hit', and, as per usual, Austin kept refusing.
"Alan, no. That shit is terrible for you." he shook is head disapprovingly, and continued to play an impossible level of some random ass game on his phone.
"Could've fool me." he took another hit from his bowl and after holding it for longer than he normally did, he blew the smoke into Austin's face. The taller of the two instantly started coughing and waving the air around his face.
"Alan fucking Ashby, you are a fucking ass hole. You know that?" austin watched as Alan took another hit, rolling his eyes when the ginger blew the smoke in "O" rings towards the ceiling.
"don't act like you don't secretly love it. I know that's why you always hang around me when I smoke Aus" he kicked his feet off the ground and swung them over the arm of the couch, resting his head in Austin's lap.
"yeah, not like I enjoy your company or something, no matter how obnoxious..." Alan shrugged at him and hit the bright yellow and orange glass pipe again "dude you better not blow that shit in my face again." saying this made Alan start to laugh and he coughed hard on the smoke in his lungs as he did so "see, that's what you get for being a bitch".
When he regained his composure Alan looked strait at Austin, through the phone in his face. The latter could feel his stare and looked down at the red head, annoyed, mouthing 'what' to him. The ginger just stared at him until he finally spoke up, "wow you're rude. But uh... If I promise you won't like, get high from it , will you try something with me?"
Austin looked down at Alan, officially dubbing him a child, "man, I don't know, what is it?"
"don't judge me though." he looked up seriously at him, making it known that he wasn't kidding.
Austin laughed and shook his head "judging you harshly, Alan. Harshly." he added emphasis on the last word, making Alan scoff and roll his eyes.
"I want to shotgun my next hit with you." he saw Austin's expression change to that of confusion and further explained, "dude I wanna hit it and then you hit it from me." Austin just gave him an unsure 'uhm' "okay it's like this," Alan set his pipe down on the floor beside them "I take a hit, then you like, put your mouth to mine, and uh, you like, you inhale as I exhale. You get it?" Austin still looked at him confused and Alan sighed "never mind"
"uhh, well I mean if you really want to, you know, if I'm not gonna like, die or something..." Alan's face right in from of Austin's? Basically almost kissing him? Yes. Yes. Yes yes yes yes yes. Yes. Austin was not going to pass that up ever.
Alan looked at him like he was the most precious thing in the world after he said that, "you won't die Aus. Promise."
Austin shrugged and put his phone down after putting his music on shuffle "well then fine, I'll do it I guess." Austin was sure that this would end in a heated make out session. This was just Alan's 'smooth' way of doing it, see, everyone at school knew that they were kinda a thing, and they knew hat they were kinda a thing. But neither of them really wanted to say it was official, because despite popular opinion, Alan was strait. Well, as far as Austin knew.
Alan practically squealed as he rolled himself off the couch to grab his stash and pipe that he'd knocked under it. He popped back up just as fast as he'd went down though, almost scaring Austin out of his skin.
"calm down Gingy, my god," he said, putting his hand to his chest "you gave me a start."
Alan only gave him the dumbest look he could think of before taking a seat right on his lap, straddling him, one leg on each side of him as if he had trapped the taller there "uhm. Necessary?" Alan hummed and nodded in response as he repacked the small glass cylinder with the Purple Haze he got off of Bert at school earlier as payment for doing his advanced English paper over the weekend. Basically all bullshit, but he'd at lease get a B.
