Better off together (Ariana/You)

Chapter 3

Y/N POV

We walked into this little coffee shop aka weed shop. I love these, I mean I normally don't smoke but right now my head is hurting because of how much has gone down in the course of a night. I need to get high, it's a necessity at this point. And it's anyway better than alcohol so... Let's get this going I thought as I Ariana and I got into the nice and cozy little coffee place. 

I didn't even realise we were still holding hands but what I knew was that her hand felt so soft between my fingers. Geeez what's gotten into me? Anyway she obviously knew the guys working here as she saluted them quickly before dragging me outside into the little garden this place had. 

"I always come here when I'm in town." she happily said as if she had forgotten all about the previous events. 

"I didn't see you as a stoner." I joked. 

"Their spice cakes are the shit, okay."she pouted.

I lifted my hands in defense while giving  her a playful smirk.

The garden wasn't very big but was extremely green and simply beautiful. I'm pretty sure that most of the plants here weren't bad weeds, if you know what I mean. There were few long chairs a bit everywhere so we both laid down on a big one. 

As one of the guys, that looked a lot like Bob Marley, came to take our order she let go of my hand, making me miss the warmth. She ordered a mint tea and I got a joint. 

After few minutes the guy came back with her tea and my weed, yay. I really need to chill. She took few cute sips of her drink before turning to look at me. I was honestly too focused on my smoke to even notice. I took a big hit and exhaled deeply portably looking like the biggest junkie. I immediately felt my tensed muscles relax and a small smile crept onto my lips. After feeling her gaze burning me alive for a long thirty seconds I turned to meet her gaze. My first instinct was to hand her the joint. I mean she probably needed to relax more than I did.

"I don't smoke" she declined my offer to get high.

"Me neither" I said before taking another puff of my joint. I'm not lying though I usually get drunk instead. 

"Rough night?" she smiled at me with a friendly look.

"Busy saving the world" I shrugged teasingly. 

"Seems intense" she mocked me playfully.

I smirked at her comment before inhaling hard on my joint. 

"So what's your name shovel girl" she asked amused with the way she just called me. 

"The homie call me shovel" I played along. 

"Funny" she playfully rolled her eyes in the cutest way possible. 

I smirked again, wondering how long would it take me to finish this long ass joint.  

"you're not going to tell me?" She continued. 

I took another puff. 

"I don't do questions" I answered while exhaling little circles. 

"well okay shovel girl but if you want  you can ask me stuff"

"like what?" I frown not really knowing what I should ask I mean I did have a question in mind but talking sexuality on the first date- I mean whatever this was nah not a good shot.

"I don't know like how is it to be a celebrity or does the fame get overwhelming, are u seeing anyone, are you planning on releasing new music... I mean you saved my life so shoot." she casually answered.