I'll be here~expensive headphones

4-high as a kite.

(WE'RE STARTING TO GET THERE)

Rich.

Michael is coming over today. Michael fucking Mell is coming over today. Why am I so anxious? I... I don't want him to think of me of some kind of loser I guess. Good think Chris was going to go visit some other friend with Benjamin. So it was me and Michael. Just me and Michael. Wait a second. Did I just forget my sexuality.

I'm bi. Fucking bi. How do I forget that???

But I can't be falling for Mell. Fuck those thoughts. I should probably get ready, gotta make some more weed brownies. My special recipe (that he got from Chris) is to add enough weed to make someone go overboard. So that they can be stupid, and they'd just be high as a kite about everything. And that's exactly what I wanted out of Michael. Maybe I could learn more about him from this little... Experiment.

About 10 minutes later after I pulled my brownies out of the stove, I heard the door bell. "Hwya Rich how are-" he stopped to take a sniff of my house. "Weed brownies? again?" He asked raising a eyebrow. "Did you even eat the brownie I gave you yesterday?" I asked. He looked in another direction. "Uhh.......no." He confessed. I sighed, but then smiled. "Well, you're gonna love these!" I smiled shoving one in his mouth. He squeaked as soon as I did it, but then slowly started to chew. His eyes widened and stumbled onto me. I carried him by the arms to my couch.

"WoaH, rich.. How mUch weed did yoU put in that??" He questioned studying his hand like a high/drunk person would do. "Woops! D..did I put too much?" I replied innocently, tugging at the collar of my shirt. Hoping he wouldn't notice I was lying. He kept on studying his hand, like a drunk toddler. "Do you wanna watch nexflix or something?" I ask, looking for an answer from him. He looked at me confused like he didn't just hear what I just said. "Umm-" he then pulled me by the hem of my shirt, making me shit by him, wrapping an arm around my neck.

I blushed furiously at his new attitude, and clicked a button to take me to Netflix. "N-nexflix it is then!" I stuttered. All he did was take another bite of my brownie and looked taken aback. Maybe I did put too much weed... I thought as I looked at him studying both hands this time. He then patted my shoulder repeatedly til' I looked at him. "Hey, hey, hey, on a scale from jello to cookies, how baked do I lOoK?" He slurred. I shiffled a giggle from my lips. "A solid meat loaf." I replied giggling. He giggled as well, but confused.

"Duuuddddeeeeee, everything is so orangeeeeeee" he slurred again, trying to feel the air. I laughed this time, I wonder how Jeremy even handles this.. I thought giggling. I tried asking him some stuff to see if he was at least a little bit down to earth. "How old are you?" I ask, expecting 16. He thought for a minute. "Dude, I don't remember." He smiled dopey. I then turned on moana.

He then started singing. "M-I-C-H-E-A-L, MICHAELLLLLLL! M-I-C-H-A-L MICHAELLLLL!" he yelled shooting finger guns at the ceiling. This had to be the funniest thing I've seen today. He then sat on my table. "H-hey Rich, I'm steering with my ass!"  He smiled, rubbing his butt left to right on my coffee table. "That's the best thing i've ever saw!" I reply, trying to act amused. He giggled as a reply. "I know right;" he slurred. I smiled wider.

After Moana ended, Michael had awoken from his nap. "W..what happened?" He questioned, holding his head for support. He looked down at his bare chest and the looked under the covers. I could here him sigh in relief. "U-umm... Rich, why don't I have a sh..shirt?" He whispered to me.

I giggled and looked at him. "Let's just say you can do a lot of weird stuff when you're high." I giggled. He the flushed noticeably out of embarrassment. "What did I do?" He whimpered. "You said you were a sexy stripper for magic mike and flung your shirt around." I confessed. He the placed his head in his hands and groaned. "I..I should go...I have a headache anyway.." He excused. "B-bye rich." He stuttered. He then waved and closed the door as he left.

I finally had the chance to say how much I loved Michael without his shirt off and how sexy and funny it was.

(Michael is snoop dog for real)