The Girl In The Suit

Tasha

Before I can start annoying the shit out of Gemma and Anne about what happened, Gabrielle's phone goes off with a notification. She smiles at it.

"What is it, Gabs?", I ask.

"Pat's got stuff for me. Wanna come? You guys too.", she says.

I look at her suspiciously. "What kind of stuff?"

She smirks. "You'll see."

A few minutes later, we meet Pat at the top of the town. He has white slim cylinders in his hand and a lighter in the other. I don't have a good feeling about this. His friend Ciarán is with him.

"Story, brother.", she says to him, taking a cylinder. This is the thing about Gabrielle and her brother Pat. They have a huge fight one day and the next, they're all good. She had to stay with me last night, for fuck sake.

"Why the fuck did you bring these langers, Gabs?", he whispers.

"Its OK, they can do it as well."

"Do whaaaaat?", Anne, Gemma and I say in unison.

"Hash. Give me a light there, Pat.". She puts the thing in her mouth and Pat lights it.

Before she can continue taking in a puff, I snap it out of her hands.

"What the fuck, Tash?", she says angrily.

"Weed? What's wrong with you?". Gemma and I speak in unison again.

"What's the big deal? Its just a bit of fun."

"You're fucking 14. You're too young for that crap and for it anytime. Have you done anything else?" There's a reason why they call me Mammy.

"No, just the weed now and again. Not all the time though. It's fun."

I shake my head in disbelief. "Its not the point. It can lead to a massive problem and you won't be able to save yourself and you'll lose me. Your brother can do whatever he wants, he's 18, but you're not even 15 yet. Let's just chill out and watch a movie. We can have fun without drugs."

She looks at me in the eyes, and she smiles. "OK."

I hand the joint back to Pat, who's pretty pissed. I don't care though. The reason I left him years was that I was in love with his sister and also because he refused to give up weed.

We walk back down the town, get snacks in spar and then head to my place and watch Netflix for an hour until the girls decide to head back. Gemma's poor brother is very sick. I still don't know what's wrong with him.

The two of us are then alone.

"I'm sorry about the weed." I look up at her. "It won't happen again."

"Why did you do it anyways?"

She sighs. "I don't know. Pat gave it to me one day, when I was upset about dad. Said it takes the edge off. So, yep, got stoned and the next day, I hated myself for it. I did it twice after that, and I just felt like it yesterday. I don't even like it. I just sometimes feel like it. I won't do it again though. I promise. And I'm sorry."

"It's OK. Just as long as you never do it again. I don't wanna date some stoner. I wanna date you. I have since I met you 3 years ago. I know you, and you don't like that shit. You are an amazing, funny girl who doesn't give two shits about drugs."

"You're right." She inches closer to me on the bed. "Thank you." She kisses me on the neck.

I shiver. We've been together almost a month and she still makes me weak.

I chuckle though, pushing her off. "OK, Mrs Clean, let's get back to the film."

She rolls her eyes and laughs. "OK."

We stay in that position all day, watching Netflix. Most people would consider that boring, but I think its perfect.