That's Lame.

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[Kind of a fluffy chapter tbh]

———Joe's POV———

I got out of the office finally after what felt like years of boring office work. I pray for every tech who works on that floor. It really isn't worth the pay.

Not long after shoving the dinner invitation down my throat, Ollie had made his move on his next victim - without Angela this time. And figured this guy hated Ollie just as much as I did. It was one of most awkward conversations I had listened in on and I'm glad it was over quickly. I felt sympathy for whoever that guy was.

I got myself food from the grocery store near by, shoved the bags into the trunk of my car and drove to the apartment building I had been staying in.

It was 17 stories high and I was fortunate enough to live on one of the top floors, where all the nicer apartments had been. I took the elevator up to my apartment floor, walked down the hall and into my apartment. Setting the groceries down onto my kitchen table, I sat on my couch and looked around the apartment.

As said before, it was a nice apartment. Expensive, but nothing I couldn't afford. It had a big living room. A full kitchen, and two bedrooms both with bathrooms of their own. Why did I have such a big apartment for only one person? Because I had a roommate and they like having their own space.

Looking at the clock, I realized that I had to go see Jason. Not that it had matter what time I went, but he's used to me coming around 7pm at least. Any later than that, and he'll get jumpy.

The trip wasn't long, I only had to walk about ten minutes to reach his apartment building. Jason lived in this crappy apartment building that was probably home to mostly drug dealers or users, but did I really have to room to talk?

I walked down the narrow hallway until I reached his door. I knocked on it until I heard the three locks come undone and the old wooden door swung open to reveal Jason. His eyes glazed over and a goofy grin on his pale face.

Jason was a very thin guy. He had dark brown hair, pale skin and green eyes. And he never really dressed in anything else except his usual Hawaiian shirt and blue jeans. Sometimes, he'll just answer the door in his underwear. You just gotta catch him on the right days.

Jason leaned against the door frame with arms across his chest. "Good afternoon," he greeted with a smooth relaxed voice.

"You're stoned aren't you?" I questioned with my hands in my jacket pockets.

"Why I can't I just be happy to see you?" He questioned.

I rolled my eyes, "Because, frankly Jason, I know how you are." I giggled.

Jason chuckled and nodded simply. "The same with you, kid." He responded.

Someone had been walking down the hall of the building and both Jason and I turned to look and see who it had been. Instantly, I recognized who it was. It was that guy that Ollie had tried asking out for lunch. What was his name? Elliot or something?

Elliot stopped in the hallway a few yards away from Jason and I. His blue eyes widened at the sight of me. Like he's so surprised at seeing me? I guess I shouldn't feel offended, I don't look like I belong in the building.

I looked away from Elliot and looked at Jason with my eyebrows raised. "What?" He asked.

I blinked and he realized, "oh, right," he pulled me into the apartment and shut the door behind both of us. "I'll go get your shit." He muttered. He hurried off to his bathroom, and grabbed a Brown bag full of weed under his bathroom sink.

He handed me the bag and I put it into my purse. Jason pulled something else out of his pocket and handed them to me. "I got you these too."

They were rolling papers. "Oh thanks," I commented while examining them. "I needed some more."

I looked up at Jason and he smiled. I put the rolling papers into my purse and handed Jason the money. He took it and stuffed it into a jar on his kitchen table.

"So." I said, awkwardly.

"Care to sit?" He motioned towards his couch.

I sat down on it and leaned back into the couch so my head was leaning onto the back of it. Jason did the same and we both stared up at the ceiling.

Bored, I took the pack of cigarettes out of my jacket pocket and put one between my teeth. "Want one?" I asked Jason. He shook his head and looked back up at the ceiling. I lit the cigarette and blew out a cloud of white smoke.

Sitting in silence with Jason was surprisingly relaxing. Who would know that spending time with my drug dealer would be so enjoyable?

"I like you." He commented, turning his head so he was facing me.

"I like you too," I admitted.

Jason moved so his body was directly against mine, his arm wrapped around my waist and he leaned his head down onto my shoulder. "You're so cool," he said to me.

"You're so cool." I repeated with a smile on my face.

Jason lifted his head and looked me in the eyes. "C-Can I kiss you?"

I practically cut him off by pressing my lips gently against his. He gently kissed me back and for a moment we stayed like that.

We pulled away from each other and I giggled. "Next time, don't ask, that's lame."

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