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me and all my friends - walk the moon

zayn

I put the joint between my lips, inhaling deeply and letting my eyelids flutter shut. Exhaling after a moment, I savor the familiar feeling of being high.

Then I pass the blunt to the stranger on my left.

Most of us are relatively quiet, except for Lou. It seems as though he's always the exception when it comes to general silence. His raspy voice can almost always be heard, but his voice is one that I don't seem to mind anymore.

Louis was an acquaintance of mine throughout the majority of high school. We had never been too close, but he was one of those guys who was just friendly to everyone, myself included.

I wasn't too keen on him at first; it was his overzealous personality that made me distance myself from him and his friends. He had always been the life of the party, the stereotypical teenager, until his parents divorced. He was slightly different after that occurrence, but no one seemed to notice except for me. Not even the guys he spent every weekend partying with.

I could tell it absolutely wrecked him, but it was interesting because I didn't know him all that well. I had just heard less and less stories of his Friday night antics and he started speaking to me more in English class, even if he was just asking to copy off of my latest assignment. I let him, though, because I pitied him at the time. And soon enough, we became friends.

Then college started. I began classes at the local university in the fall, right after my graduation. Louis had decided to take a gap year and help with his mother's money situation. He had been bartending every night of the week at the most popular pub in town, and during the day he'd work at some sports shop. I didn't see him nearly as much as I had used to, but he was feeling better knowing he was able to help his mom.

And just two months ago, Louis started his freshman year of college and his mother remarried.

"God, Zayn, how baked are you?" His voice pulls me out of my trance.

I chuckle a bit uncomfortably when I feel everyone turn to look at me. "I, uh, also smoked a bit before I got here."

Lou laughs loudly, shaking his head. "Actually, Zayn, you wanna be a doll and make us some frozen pizza? Shit, pizza sounds ace right now."

I roll my eyes, and being the pushover I am, I stand up and walk toward his kitchen.

Louis' massive kitchen is empty and spotless. When his mother remarried, his family moved into his new step father's mansion.

I don't know where exactly his parents are this weekend but I know they won't be home for a while; long enough to smoke out his living room with about six or seven friends.

I walk toward the fridge and open up the freezer, searching for this frozen pizza Lou talked about.

"Looking for something in particular?" I hear someone say from behind.

I turn my head. A girl with short dark hair and knobby knees is stood a few feet away, resting her hand on the granite countertop.

"Uh," I feel myself get nervous despite the amount of marijuana clouding my mind. "Yeah. Lou mentioned something about a, um, frozen pizza? In this freezer?"

The girl smirks, standing upright and tossing her dark hair behind her shoulder. I notice a decent-sized rose tattoo on the expanse of her arm.

She begins walking toward me, toward the freezer. She reaches out and grabs a thin box, holding it in front of me. "It was right there, just under the frozen burritos. Jesus, you really are stoned."