Good Boy//h.s.

.7

It's the Holidays and I feel so fucking depressed. Is it just me? Well whatever, here's an outfit idea for Samantha.
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Samantha's POV:

It's one of those nights. Those nights where a terrifying nightmare makes you jump out of your sleep. Hyperventilating and sweating. Then you tried​ to go back to sleep just to toss and turn, which leads to giving up and staring at the ceiling for 30 minutes.

Yeah those nights.

I got up off my bed and walked to my closet. Opening up one of the cardboard boxes, pulling out one of my big bags of weed that was almost halfway done. Then one of the hardest decisions crossed my mind.

Roll blunts or use my bong? Decisions, decisions...

With a sigh I tossed the backwoods back in the box. Going to my dresser and taking out my grinder. I need to stop thinking for tonight. About me, about the pass, and about him...

All I need now is a bottle of something strong.

Not even 10 seconds later did I hear footsteps and a light knock on my apartment door. I walked to my front door, opening it with the chain on to reveal a tired Brittany.

"I smell weed." she simply said in a soft voice. I opened my mouth to ask her "so what", but she raised a bottle of whiskey in front her face. "Yeah, yeah I came with my share."

"Great. Start grinding the weed. I'll get the bong ready." I flashed to the bathroom and put water in my bong, then going to the kitchen for some ice before appearing back my bedroom.

"What you feel like watching?" She asked flicking through cartoon category of Netflix.

"I don't know. You pick." I replied, filling the bowl up with the grinded weed.

"The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy?"

"Nahh."

"Ed, Ed, and Eddy?"

"Nope."

"Courage the Cowardly Dog?"

Now that one I had to think about. But it's kinda sad for right now. Even if it's 3:00 in the morning. "No."

"Then what the fuck do you want to watch? SpongeBob?" If funny when she gets mad. Her voice will get higher and higher until the point where I think she's going to break all glass surfaces in a twenty yard radius.

"Actually....yes. I would love to watch SpongeBob." I smiled, which turned into laughing after she called me an asshole. Can't argue with the truth.

~~~One bag of weed and a full bottle of whiskey later~~~

"Hey.....hey Samantha?" Brittany whispered to me. Turning her head from the ceiling we were both staring at.

"Yes, Brittany?" I brought the blunt up to my lips before taking a pull. Holding it in for a few seconds before releasing it into the atmosphere.

"What's better than 23?" Her smile growing until she had to clam her lips shut.

"What?" I couldn't help but bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing.

"24" I've heard that joke since that episode of SpongeBob came out, but that didn't stop me from laughing so hard that I fell off the bed. Hitting my head on the ground with a loud 'thump'.

We laughed even harder at that. Laughing until we were both clutching our stomachs, tears coming out my eyes, and Brittany was practically wheezing for air. It took us more than 20 minutes to fully calm down.

All it took was one look in each other's directions to set us off for another 20 minutes. And just like that one of my worst nights became one of my favorites...

That would lead into a horrendous morning filled with hangovers and throw up.

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Yeah!!! I made my lazy ass update instead of do homework. Pat on the back for me. And OMG THANK YOU FOR ALMOST 1K READS LIKE THIS IS INSANE. I THOUGHT EVERYONE THOUGHT MY WRITING WAS SHIT. On that note I hope that y'all skin get cleared and y'all ass get fatter.