4 a.m. ☞ dt

2.4 - charlotte

4 a.m.
2.4 - charlotte

"i don't know why you're so stressed out about it," ethan shrugged, walking over to his refrigerator to grab a beer. "it's just grayson." i sighed in response.

"but that's just the thing, e. it's grayson. my best friend." ethan sent an empathetic smile my way before walking back over to the living room area.

"i know, charlie."

i gazed around the house sadly, looking over all of the furniture and decor i was already familiar with. i didn't know what else to say, and i immediately felt guilty for having ethan pick me up only for my to be silent this way. ethan sat up in his chair, sending a bright smile.

"i have an idea,"

"okay," i laughed, "let's hear it."

he lifted the top of the storage bin beside him, revealing a japanese-art-decorated box and a few blankets. he grabbed the artsy container, pulling it out and setting it on his lap.

"what's that?" i asked, staring at the vivid colors that garnished the wooden case. ethan smiled his signature smirk, opening the clasp and showing me the contents. there were two joints, a lighter, a circular container and a few small bags of marijuana. underneath it all were some wrap packages and small boxes that had the word "RAW" typed in red.

ethan looked at me expectedly, waiting for me to say something. what was i supposed to say? "have you ever smoked before?" he asked. i hummed.

"only a few times in high school; i didn't get into it much." he nodded, placing a joint in his mouth and picking up the purple lighter.

"you're really stressed right now, baby. it might help calm all of your emotions," he suggested, lighting up and laying back. he blew out a puff of smoke, the smell consuming the air.

i debated it for a minute. i didn't like how it made me feel then, but of course it had been awhile and i was sure it might affect me a different way. what did i really have to lose?

"let me see it," i succumbed, holding out my hand to grab the substance. i inhaled, not feeling much at first but once the smoke hit my lungs i began to cough. smoke filled the air. ethan laughed, shaking his head.

"i'll get you some water," he offered, steadily walking to the kitchen and coming back with a clear glass of water. i thanked him, gulping the drink down and breathing out.

i tried hitting it again, this time going slower now that i was aware of what it would feel like to smoke it. i held down the cough, blowing out the smoke and reaching for another drink of water.

"that's it babygirl," he cooed, grabbing the wooden box and lighting himself his own joint.

soon enough, a strange feeling began to take over my body. everything became slow and my vision stemmed to come in slots of shapes. it was strange, but oddly enough, i did actually feel more relaxed.
i closed my eyes, enjoying the euphoria and slipping away from reality.

+

"what did you do to her?" i heard a familiar voice hiss. my eyes were closed, but i was woken by the sound of faint whispers.