Weed (ZaynMalik)

Smokey Re-introduction

Tatum's P.O.V:

    He seemed nice enough. Bought me coffee, as well as being a gentleman. My legs ached as I made my way up the steep slope.Too bad Zayn couldn't carry me. Wouldn't that be a sight? Should I tell him I smoke? Maybe I will the next time I see him. Oh, maybe I can convert him.

    I finally made it to the peak of the hill. Oddly enough one side of the hill is a slope and the other half is a straight road. I shrugged and flipped my hair over my shoulder. I continued my light jog. Men around me were gawking and wolf whistling as I came by. Envious woman glared as I strutted by.

   My surroundings became more and more familiar, the closer I got my house. Same boulder. Same fifty year old kite, stuck in the same tree. An loud sigh echoed from my lips.

     My hand reached into my cleavage for my house keys. Inserting the keys into the lock, I turned it to the right. A click sounded signalling the door was unlocked. I opened the same squeeky door that shut and opened everyday. The metal hoop was placed on the key hook nearest to the door.

    I kicked off my sneakers and fixed them neatly next to the door. I made my way to the place where I rest my head. Twisting my wrist to the right the door clicked. I pushed it open and closed it. I took a deep inhale. The faint scent of marijuana and air freshener filled my lungs to the brim. I escorted my self to the bathroom. I stripped of the dirty clothes I had on and threw them in  soiled clothing hamper. I turned the knob that controlled the water. 

    The tip of my big toe touched the surface of the water. Warm. I dipped my right  leg, then left, torso, and neck. Soon my entire body was submerged under the warm water. All of my tense muscles seemed to relax. I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt my muscles untangle. You know what would make this even better. A blunt. I reached over to the side drawer that is placed by my tub/shower. The drawer slid open. Inside was a nickel bag, rolling paper, and a lighter.

     I sprinkled a fairly large dose of marijuana into the rolling paper. rolled it up into a tight wrap and tapped a end closed. I placed the twisted part into my mouth and grabbed the lighter. I cupped my hand over the end, that I was going to light and flicked the lighter. Holding it there for a while until it produced smoke. I stopped holding onto the lighter and placed back in the drawer, shutting the drawer. I raised the twisted end to  my lips and sucked in a fair amount of the roasting marijuana. I blew it into the water. I watched as half the smoke into the water, and the other half bounced off the surface of the water and into the air. The smoke that went into the water seeped into my pores instantly relaxing me.

      I took my last drag and dipped it in the bathwater.The fizzing sound hit my ear, as a sign of the fire burning out. From the neck down, was submerged in water. My hair floated in the water. Moving side to side. Once I felt I was relaxed enough, I stood up. The water from my body splashed into the water below. One foot. Next foot. I grabbed the towel the hung on the rack. I wrapped it around my body and walked out the steamy bathroom. As I walked into my room and trail of water mixed with steam rested behind me. I walked toward my closet and pulled out pajama shorts and a loose half shirt. I blow dried my hair and let it be. My head rested on the pillow. My hair was sprawled on the pillow.

     Darkness came to consume me. My eyes felt as if anchors held them down.

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        Light blinded me as I open my eyes. Shit. i forgot to close the blinds. I swung my feet over the edge of the bed. As soon as my whole foot pressed on the ground to support my weight, a jolt of pain went straight up to my spine. I winced in pain and fell straight back on my bed. I pulled my foot onto my lap and massaged the arch and heel. This always happens in the morning. I should go get it checked out. As soon as the pain went away, I stood on my feet and walked over to the blinds. I turned the stick thingy to close it. 

     The familiar ring tone rang in my ears. I reached toward my phone and slid the unlock icon to the right. It was a text from Mina. Shit, the weed. I quickly texted her back saying "Omw". Not bothering to shower, I slid on leggings and rubbed deodorant on my underarms. I bent down under my bed and reached out for the leather book bag. Swinging it over my shoulder, I dashed out the door while grabbing my skateboard, which is placed specifically next to the door. Try running with a backpack ,on skateboard. I dropped it, wheel's first on the ground.

   Right foot on the board. Left foot pushing foreword against the ground. The sound of rocks, crackle under the wheels as I roll. I finally made it to Mina's usual hangout spot. A fairly lit alley way. I walked up to the door doing the secret knock. A little window opened, revealing a set of eyes. "Tatum?" A voice called out. "It's me." I responded.  A symphony of locks sounded. The door opened, revealing a tan girl with brown locks. "Don't stand there. Get your ass in."  I stepped into the room. The door shit behind me. The room was well lit with light brown  walls and about six windows. There was a faint smell of marijuana. I followed Mina to a backroom filled with out 5 people, including ourselves. 

     "Tatum, This is Jasper, Dion, and Zayn."  As soon as I heard the name Zayn, I looked up. It couldn't be the same guy. He's not one to smoke weed? To my luck, it was. The same olive skinned, dark haired, guy. " 'Sup Tatum." I nodded my head. ""You two know each other?" She motioned between us. "Actually, we just met-." Quiffy just cut me off. "Yes" He nodded. I looked him up and down. "OK, T you got the stuff?"  "You make it sound like, I'm giving you heroine instead of marijuana." I chuckled. I dropped to my knees and dug in the bag searching for the weed. I held it behind my back and held out my hand, signaling for the money."I know you don't play T" Mina slapped a hundred and sixty eight pounds in my hand. I gripped and stuffed it in my bra. I gave her the dope. I packed up my stuff and was about head out. "Your not gonna leave, right?" .I turned around. "Yea, I can get high on my own" I shrugged it off and continued walking.

       "That dick. How do you fucking cut me off?" I mumbled to myself.  I felt something putting weight on my shoulder. I peer over my shoulder. Zayn. I shrug his hand off and continue walking. He stood there  confused and started chasing after me. "Oi, Tatum what's stuck up your ass?" I swiveled, facing him. I poked his chest. "What's my problem? What's your problem? How dare you cut me off?" He backed against a wall. "And since when do you smoke. You don't seem like the type." My hand was placed on hip, leaning to a side. A chuckle echoed from him. "You really didn't expect me to smoke?" My eyes widened, but I stood my ground. "What ever. I'm not gonna waste my time on you." I turned around and walked to the door.

        "Tatum, you want me to drive you home? It's raining!" He smirked  I looked out the window. He's not lying. Raindrops are on the window. "Sure" Hey, it's raining. Water and my hair doesn't get along. "Mina, I'm gonna head off." He called. I waited by the door, hood on. "Shall we?" I glared at him. I scoffed and walked out onto the pebbled pathway. He shuffled in front of me and opened the door. "I'm not handicapped you know? I can open a door." I scooted in. "It was a polite gesture" I heard him mumble. He got in the other side and put the key in the ignition. We drove off. 

        There was about a good 20 minute of silence. I hate silence. It's so awkward. I decided to cut the awkwardness. "Make a left." My eyes were focused on the window. There a weird looking bird in that tree, It's like sky blueish, yellowish. Cool. 

         The car came to a halt. "Here we are" He said with such enthusiasm. Are you catching the sarcasm? "Thanks." As soon as I was about to get out the car, when an hand tug at my own. I looked over. "Sorry Tatum, for today y'know."       "Yea, yea it's okay. Later" "Later." I fumbled with the keys, but finally got it open. I got it and quickly closed the door. "What stuck up your ass?" I mocked. I dropped my keys on the table next to the door a and kicked off my shoes. 

Zayn's P.O.V:

God, I fucked up. I rubbed the back of my neck. Well tomorrows another day.

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Sorry I haven't updated often. School was hectic. So here. I will probably update next week 'cause this weekend is 4th of july weekend and I'm going to be busy. -Alexis