Limited || Luke, Hemmings.

04

• Blair •

"Dude, I wonder why that Tommy kid doesn't talk." Me and Mikey hop in my car -a small little BMW Jetta- and he leaves his seatbelt off, like always. "I mean how can one simply, not talk?" He says and I look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Hypocrite! You haven't talked to your mother or father for the past six months. I don't understand this shit, you leave your parents notes to tell them where you are. Why not just ask?" He shakes his head, like he's in on something I'm not.

"Blair, Blair, Blair, My mother is an asshole my father is an asshole. I don't associate with assholes. Teachers, students, citizens, etc, they're assholes. The only reason I talk to you, or anyone else that I actually talk to, is because your not assholes" He takes a deep breath, pressing his bright hair against the window.

"Michael, please I'm an asshole all the time." I say bluntly, not understanding his logic.

"No, you my beautiful friend are bitch." I shakes his finger at me.

"Not an asshole." I sigh, putting more weight on the gas pedal as I headed towards the freeway entrance.

"Doesn't it get boring?" I shift into third gear, loving the way I felt in this car. Or any car for that matter. "I mean just, not talking to like anyone?"

"Blair? I do talk to some people, I'm not totally socially impaired. Besides, I listen. I observe. Nobody knows that I eavesdrop, and but into whatever they're saying. Because I don't say anything. Also, my parents deserve this. They chose to ignore me. They chose to dismiss my questions. They deserve it." He has on a pained expression, his plump pink lips pursing.

"I'm sorry Mikey." I sigh rubbing his shoulder, and he shrugs."But I know what can make you feel better." I smile, changing the subject. pulling off the main road, towards my house.

"And what's that?" He raises an eyebrow and he already knows where my mind is set.

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"Damn. What's that called?" He coughs, his normally pale face completely red.

"Isn't it Ak-47?" He questions, passing the pipe towards me. My parents were on a business dinner date with there colleagues and would be out late. So, here me and Michael are, sitting in my closet (which is huge) and smoking weed.

"Yeah, I think. It's good eh?" I take a quick hit, letting the smoke ever so slightly fill my throat and flow to my lungs. "I also have some atomic haze if you want that." I pass the pipe back to Mikey and he smiles. I don't think weed can actually be considered a drug for me. I mean, I'm not going to overdose on weed. The only side effects I ever get are: I get a little sleepy, my mood just chills out, I get very fucking hungry, and thats about it. In the movies they show people getting high and it's not like that. People who smoke don't see things move or have some sort of hallucinations. That's pure shit.

"Nah. This is fine." He lights the pipe and breathes in.

"Do you have a bong?" I look over at him with my eyes raised as he dusts the pipe and continues to pack a some more into the small opening, at the top of my bright red pipe.

"Hell yes I do." I smile getting up, happy to show Michael the new purchase that I've made.

"Damn, That thing is like, huge." I put a hand on my hip as he begins to pack the small compartment in the big bong.

-

"Dude I'm so tired. I collapse on my bed and Mikey does the same. "Cuddle me."

• Luke •

I wake up in a cold sweat my mind falling back to the events from yesterday. Closed in, I was so closed in. Every wall felt like it was closing in on me and I couldn't breath. The closet was around '3 by '5 feet but it felt like '1 by '1 inch.

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