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SPOTLIGHT!
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WARING!
This chapter contains illegal drug use! If you get easily trigerred I recommend you to skip this chapter!
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"Johnny, what are you doing?"
Mackenzie asked her bestfriend as he drove past her house. They had been in the car for a few minutes now, heading back home.
"We're going to mine." He simply answered.
"But my parents aren't home, we have the whole house to ourselves." Mackenzie complained, glaring at the boy.
"Mine aren't home too, my sisters neither. We'll do this at my house, 'cause if it leaves a smell, altgough we'll open the windows, i'll carry the consequences if it gets discovered."
"But I bought it." The brunette argued.
"Do I look like I care? I won't risk that u get taken away from me." The boy replied, a frown plastered on his face as he kept driving.
Blushing, the brown-eyed girl turned her head, looking out the window. It was dark outside, just as always at two in the morning.
Not long after, they arrived at the Orlando's residence and got out of the car. Johnny followed closely behind as she walked towards their front door. He quickly unlocked it and turned the lights on, leading the brown-eyed girl to his room. As they entered his room he closed the door and looked at her.
"Kenz, are you really one hundred percent sure that you wanna do this?" He asked, sounding nervous.
"Yeah, definitely. What about you?" She asked.
"Uh-huh."
"Cool, give me some pillows and a blanket and open the windows." She instructed him.
While the boy went over to open the windows, Mackenzie set down the pillows against the bedframe, leaning against them. She then motioned Johnny to sit beside her. After he sat down with her, she threw the blanket over their legs to warm them from the cold air, coming from outside.
Johnny then slowly brought out the joint Mackenzie had bought and gave it to her. She carefully grabbed it from his palm and he gave her the lighter aswell. She slowly brought the lighter towards the piece in her hand and lit it on. Everything in her mind screamed at her to stop. It wasn't right and she knew it, but she couldn't care less. Nothing was gonna stop her from doing it. She wanted it. At least one time in her life she wanted to do something so risky, how bad would it even be? What could possibly happen?
