"You get the weed, I get the alcohol and cigs", one of your good friends let out, the outcome making you gulp once before slowly nodding in agreement. A night out with your bestie, even one person who desired burningly to experience new things, for instance smoking, with you. No one else could be found in your life, she was the only one. So despite all your fear you couldn't afford to disappoint her, not now that she slapped you with such an opportunity which you never ever wanted to let flop. No matter how bad your brain and heart were at fight this moment, the mind couldn't defend itself. Welcome to dumb decision town. One more gulp turned audible "Deal".
Research was done after a good three nights of reading the same blogs over and over again until you could spell every word by heart. Perfectly learnt but did it help out by any chance? Nope, not at all if we're being entirely honest. You were scared and that visibly what was relatable at some point. Willy-nilly, you forced yourself to do that now. Success was your goal and being the stubborn soul you were, you were sure you'd reach what you wanted.
[8;38pm]
Dealing in the streets, what an imagination. Which would become reality now. Searching for people owning weed with all forces, dealing with dealers, forcibly illegal in that city. Once again you couldn't contain cursing the government out due to its decision to leave weed illegal. If it weren't that way, your life would have been so much easier. At this point you were literally going through the hardest point of life.
Arriving at one suggested subway station, you exited the transport vehicle, walked up the stop, watched out for potential suspects. Spotting some guys who seemed appropriate, could have been some, couldn't have been, 50/50 chance. If asking one personally there'd be only two possible results. Either they're really dealers or cops in community service. Obviously, you wanted to avoid option two as bad as possible.
Being literally at the end with your mental health you began legitimately searching for dealers. Really hard. While rushingly passing a crowd, trying to get to the other side of the station, your shoulder got touched, making you turn around to a quite handsome boy. Indeed, he looked at least as despaired as you. Though, he seemed pretty chill "Hey, do you maybe know how or where to get weed here? Found no one so far". And that shocked you. Seriously, another one? You pinched your eyelids together "I should be the one asking", leaving him apparently confused as well.
"Don't tell me you're searching for dealers too"
"Hehe, I am. And I'm even being unsuccessful"
"Didn't assume to meet someone with the same intention now, wow"
"Don't think I did"
"Is this your first time dealing? You seem somewhat despaired"
"It is. Never thought I'd do this. And I'm searching for 50 minutes straight now, going from station to station. I'm bout to give up"
"No, you won't give up. Believe me, I'm experienced"
"Bu-"
"Nope, nope, let's just team up, we're seeking the same item"
Without allowing another word to escape you followed the man who had just chatted you up. Might seeming rude at first, was actually nice of him to help you out. At least try to. You just followed him step for step, not even leaving space. He was your go-to person now.
[A few minutes later]
Your friend had already texted you to hurry up, not making the situation any less stressful. The boy groaned "If she keeps adding pressure like that she can get the weed herself next time. Let's see how SHE copes with it". Receiving your full agreement.
That guy led you and himself to a wall, leaning against it. First you thought it's meant as a break but as you noticed him constantly staring at another guy in the other corner across the hall you kinda got a clue what's up. Suddenly your partner in crime got upright again, put on a smirk, you realizing why when you saw that other guy approach you two. The boy pushed you behind him a little before that guy arrived in a reachable distance and mumbled "You never know if these people carry a knife in their drug bag". Hearing this you gulped again, staying close behind your colleague. Carefully but in slight nervousness you listened to their conversation. Smalltalk included. That random guy leaned closer to your partner, failing at the attempt to whisper "She cute, man. Gonna hit her up". Before that guy could even step closer your colleague snickered once "Nah, bro. She ma girlfriend, don't come near". Similar to the girlcode there seemed to exist also some kind of brocode since that guy immediately put on a smile but backed up before manly shaking hands with your partner. Being close, they exchanged money and weed bags, looked definitely not obvious. But apparently obvious enough for that one suddenly appearing cop a few metres away, watching you instantly. Emergencywise leaning towards them now "Guys, cop watchin us". They quickly finished their business, backing up. Unfortunately, no second passed, this cop was turning around the dealer, threatening to inspect his backpacks. Your partner walked off with you, praying to not get caught. All of a sudden, as you turned around once more, you saw the dealer getting handcuffed. That cop wasn't finished yet "Hey! Two back there! I need to inspect you as well!". Fear, shock, whatever. The boy immediately grabbed your wrist "Run". Within a second you two ran upstairs, not caring about anyone surrounding you. The footsteps of that cop behind you were audible, causing you to run faster. Sprinting out of that station, finding yourself at the biggest and most crowded shopping street available in this city. Not stopping to run, he pulled you with him for a bit until taking a turn at an empty one-way, where he let go and just ran along with you side by side. After turning several times and a duration of 5 minutes filled with constant running you took a break for a moment. He suddenly stopped in front of a random building, leaning against the wall, being totally out of breath. As well as you. Heavy breaths filled the air. Rather than sighing he started laughing slightly, leaving you no other choice than to join. "I guess that was exciting", he stuttered each single word seperately due to loss of air. Giving him an agreement sound, he playfully hit your arm with a smile.
After finally gaining the ability to breath evenly again he smiled even wider "Your first time smoking weed?"
"Yeah. Why"
"Let's celebrate our success then? My apartment ain't far from here. Unless you want to go to your friend's better, I'd totally understand that"
"You just saved my freedom, I couldn't even say no if I wanted to"
"So you're in?"
"Sure"
"That girl ain't worth your efforts anyways if she keeps stressing you out bout that"
Later that night, around half an hour passed, you two almost arrived at his place. Beforehand you logically kept talking to him, finally realizing you had forgotten to say something.
"Thank you for helping me out"
"Nothing to thank me for. Needed the adrenaline rush"
"Hehe, indeed it was exciting. But seriously, thank you.....who am I even talking to?"
"Ash. What about you?"
"Y/n. So Thanks, Ash. I really appreciate it. Oh, also the fact that you're gonna smoke with me"
"Ya know, this experience should proceed in a relaxed way in a positive environment with someone who knows what they're doing. Well, hello"
"I believe smoking with you is gonna end up better than with my friend anyways. She'd probably even stress me while being stoned"
"Oof no. Let's get high together tonight and enjoy this night"
[11;47pm]
What a nice feeling it was to be high. Instead of sitting on Ash's couch you two seemed to prefer the floor beneath, enjoying your eating attack meanwhile. Together you had emptied three packs of chips already for sure. Laughing about everything, not able to walk 100% straight ahead without troubles, but at least enjoying every single second.
No minute later a call went in, your mom. Neither of you being in the matching condition, you just picked up "Can't talk rn, text me" and hung up again. What she did, saying you should be home by 1am. Uhh, not possible if stoned.
Mom, could I please stay at my friend's tonight? It's late, I'm tired and actually don't wanna drive home now. Please?
Ugh, okay. Be careful. And don't do any stupid shit. Night
And that's exactly how you succeeded. Looking over to Ash, putting on a fake smile "I guess I'll have to stay in the streets tonight again". He rolled his eyes "It's almost midnight, you ain't going anywhere alone. You're currently at my place so you're gonna stay overnight".
"I can?"
"Stupid question, of course you do"
Feeling the sudden need to be clingy, you hugged him tightly from aside, forgetting his personal space.
[2;17am]
After ordering takeaway at 2am and eating pizza you two almost dozed off in front of the couch. Luckily, Ash eventually kept waking up from certain unintentional mini naps, making you call attention to the fact he owned a bed. No reaction, only dozing back off again. With all his forces Ash got back up, lifted you up and carried you to his double sized bed. Laying down, he adored you obviously. As he saw you shivering despite having a blanket he put his arm around you and stroked your sides. In your sleep you moved closer and closer to Ash until your bodies intended skinship, also called spooning. Ash didn't seem to matter. Instead, he also put his other arm under your head and straight to his other hand to intertwine. Feeling fuzzy and warm, he nuzzled his face into your neck while his one leg was laid over yours too. And that was by far one of your best nights ever.
