quick heads up: jons 18 in this And damians 21. oh and if you are somewhat triggered by the mention of drug use or stoners, this oneshot isn't for you, im very sorry.
There was a notable difference in the way jonathon looked and acted that day; from that unusual smile that seemed almost impossible to remove to his slow delayed reactions, something was definitely off. Yet there was Jon with a sudden red hazy glow in his eyes.
"Why are your eyes red?" Damian asked looking at Jon, who was lying down on a bean bag.
"Why aren't your eyes red?" Jon chuckled, now giving his attention to Damian who was eyeing him strangely.
"Quit staring it'll do you no good." Jon smiled cuddling deeper into the bean bag.
"Jon how do you feel?" Damian asked. Jon's behavior was different to his usual self; he was never this bubbly nor relaxed around Damian.
"Like I'm here , but get this I'm not here. I'm talking right now and that's insane. My mouth is making noises but I'm not controlling or thinking about it. I feel nice." Jon blabbered.
Damian took several moments to comprehend the nonsense that was coming out of Jon's mouth, trying to at least understand a word or a phrase. Jon never blabbered that much. Damian then realized the cause of Jon's weird behavior.
"Are you baked?" Damian spoke suddenly, breaking the silence between both boys.
"Like a cake." Jon giggled.
"You've got to be kidding me." Damian let out a sigh in frustration. He couldn't believe it: Jon, the good farmers son, was high!
"Damian say kid backwards! haha say it!" Jon beamed.
"I will do no such thing. Just because you're an imbecile doesn't mean I will give into your idiotic ways." Damian huffed.
"please dami, please say it and I'll love you forever and ever and ever." Jon pouted.
Damian blushed for a mere second but it was wiped off as soon as he remembered Jon wasn't in the right mental state.
"Fine, don't say it. I'll still love you. Actually, I'll love you even more if you come and play with my hair." Jon faced Damian smiling like an idiot.
Damian clicked his tongue before making his way towards the curly headed stoner on the bean bag. He sat above Jon, hesitatingly placing one hand into his hair, slowing brushing through Jon's curls.
"You're the bestest dami." Jon giggled.
Damian didn't respond: instead he just smiled, looking down at his idiot of a best friend, who was slowing falling asleep.
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Jon woke up 45 minutes later, still high and now hungry.
"dami...im hungry." Jon mumbled, rubbing his eyes in attempt to wake up.
"I bet you are. What do you want?" Damian asked; his fingers were getting tired from playing with Jon's hair for so long.
"A milkshake."Jon spoke right after Damian had finished talking.
"That was a quick response. A milkshake, huh? Anything else." Damian responded.
