Everything You Are - Brendon Urie *completed* (part 2/3)

sixty-seven: a lover on the left, a sinner on the right

I knocked on Jason's door hesitantly, still not sure about how I was going to go about asking for this. 

"Come in," he called out, and I opened the door, poking my head in to see that he was laying on his bed, soft reggae music playing in the background and Muffin was laying on his chest. So that's where she'd been all morning

"Um, I have a really weird favor to ask," I said quietly, shutting the door behind me so my parents wouldn't hear the conversation we were about to have. 

"What is it?" he asked, giving me an odd look and I sighed, Muffin standing from his chest and walking over to me. I picked her up and snuggled her into my arms. 

"Okay, so, my friend Dallon smokes," I said, and he nodded. 

"Yeah, we smoke together all the time," he said. "What's your point?"

"Well Dallon and Brendon are really good friends," I said. "And Brendon wants to try smoking weed to help with his ADHD but he doesn't want to do it alone." 

"So you want me to smoke with him?" he asked. "Why doesn't Dallon just smoke with him?" 

"Well, he has smoked with Dallon before, but it was when he was freaking out because he was really angry, and it's just a really long story," I said. "But no, I don't want you to smoke with him. He actually wants me to smoke with him." 

"And you're going to?" he asked. 

"Um, yeah I guess," I said. I didn't know why I felt so awkward having this conversation with my brother. 

"And you need weed because neither of you have a pipe or anything to smoke it out of," he said. 

"Yeah." I put Muffin down and he started laughing, and I crossed my arms. 

"Why is this funny to you?" I asked.

"You're always saying how disgusting the smell of marijuana is and now you're willing to smoke it with Brendon and you're asking me for some," he said. 

"What's your point?" I replied. I just wanted this to be done and over with.

"Alright, sure," he said, standing up and walking over to his closet, where he pulled out a small shoebox. "Lock the door and I'll roll you guys a joint."

I locked his door, turning back to watch as he pulled out a small cylindrical metal container and opened it to reveal weed in it, which he carefully lined up onto a piece of paper. 

"Is Dallon the one who convinced Brendon to smoke?" he asked. 

"No, surprisingly," I said. "He just brought it up the other night--I mean the other day when he came over to do homework with me."

Jason turned and raised an eyebrow at me. "Come on Charlie. You and I both know that you sneak Brendon over at least once a week."

I crossed my arms. "Actually for a few weeks he didn't come over at all."

"Okay but you had him over like, twice last week," he said. "We made awkward eye contact both times because I was smoking both times he came over."

"Did you say anything to each other?" I asked, wondering why Brendon didn't bring this up to me. 

"No, I think we both mutually agreed to just pretend it didn't happen both times," he shrugged, licking along the side of the paper and rolling the joint together. He handed it to me, and I took it from him and examined it in my hands. 

"Do you need a container for it?" he asked.

"Yeah, I don't want to ruin it," I said. "I don't know how this works."