FLOWERBOMB. ━━ in which agustine's tutor sessions with the headmaster's son lead to an unexpected friendship.
jan , 2020 - july , 2022
( it's a work in progress, currently working on making it more interesting. )
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chapter twelve / im fucking floating.
"FLOATING."
"What?" Adam questions.
"I'm floating. I'm fucking floating." August panics, "Everyone's gonna know. There gonna know i fucking smoked WEED. I'm a fucking idiot. My parents--Their gonna call and tell them."
"You're not floating mate. No ones going to know if you just calm down." Adam walls closer to the boy and put a hand on his shoulder, "Deep breath in, now, just like when you inhale. Remember?"
August nods, taking in a deep breathe like he's told.
Adam laughs as the boy starts to hold his breath for an almost ungodly amount of time, "Don't forget to breathe out, Auggie."
The boys mouth forms in an "O" shape as he realizes it's been a while since he took a breath, and then he too bursts into a fit of laughter. The laughing fit becomes short lived when August starts talking again, "Smell. They're gonna smell it." He runs his ha and through his loose curls as he starts to freak out once more.
"Oh my god, Adam. Smell me right now."
Adam shaw's his head in a sense of disappointment. "They're not gonna fucking smell you."
"Yes they will!"
"Nonsense." To make the boy feel better, Adam puts his nose near the collar of Augustus' neck and sniffs. August takes another deep breathe as he waits for his diagnosis. Adam pulls away, "You smell similar to cotton candy."
"Oh yeah, I put on a shitload of perfume this morning. Speaking of how can you smell things? I forgot how. Like I cant remember--"
"And that's enough for you now," Adam chuckles as he grabs the blunt from his hand.
