Broken Pieces

Study Buddies

A few months into my junior year, I began struggling with calculus. Aidan, the perfect student he is, offered to tutor me. Of course, I accepted his offer, seizing the opportunity of a better grade. He invited me over to his house for the tutor session one Friday night. At the time, I thought nothing of it. He was simply just being my best friend and offering me a chance at true success. I knew he wanted the best for me. I rode with him in his car that Friday after school. We jammed out to old High School Musical CDs and laughed our heads off. His car was so fancy that the top could roll down, and we of course took advantage of that. Every minute I spent with Aidan I forgot about my parents and their bickering. It felt good. I was high on this life.
        "Alright. This is it!" Aidan rolled into a large, two story house's garage decorated with stones. This was not the first time I had ever been to his house, it was actually the second. Still, I felt like I knew the place like the back of my hand. I walked in the kitchen expecting to see his mom sitting, sipping her wine per usual. I turned to him, confused. "Oh, my parents aren't home right now. Some dinner date or something like that. It's stupid." I chuckled.
"That's not stupid. It's kinda cute." Aidan rolled his eyes and held out his arms to allow me ahead of him, but I could feel his gaze from behind. I pranced my way to his room and plopped my bag down by his desk, dismissing the feeling.
For hours we actually worked on calculus, re-learning the basics and enhancing my knowledge on the extra parts. He explained it like an expert. He made it so that my art-wired brain could understand the stupid nature of math. I admired him for his dedication, though I did wonder why he cared so much. He made sure I understood every problem area I had, and we finished the tutor session within two hours. "You want some brownies? My mom made some before she left..." His eyes suggested that I was in for a treat, so I took the chance to indulge in a chewy, homemade piece of Heaven. After eating about three or four of the best brownies ever, I began to grow tired. I sat myself down on his bed and nestled myself into his pillows. Aidan sat beside me and made fun of my slurred speech. I don't know if it was because I was so tired or because I felt so comfortable around Aidan, but I laughed the hardest, deepest belly laugh I had ever laughed. I snorted and chortled, not caring about judgement. I could see him admiring me from the corner of my eyes. It made me feel awkward. I cleared my throat and sat up to distract to him, or more so me. Before I could utter a word, Aidan leaned in and kissed me, his warm hands on my jaw. It must of been the heat of the moment, because I kissed him back. I cleared my throat once more as I pulled my lips from his and scooted away.
"What. Was. That?" I laughed, jokingly. Aidan's face looked hurt, but he soon began to laugh.
"Must've been those brownies or somethin'. Poisoned!" He laughed so hard he was grabbing his stomach. I sat there for a minute, dazed. I blinked, trying to think. Maybe being poisoned wouldn't be bad after all. I blinked, slowly lulling myself to sleep. This is not me talking. It's the brownies. But what are they?Before I dozed off one last thought scrambled into my brain. Weed.