The Monsters We've Created

2

Mason was startled awake by the sound of a distance horn. Loud, repetitive, and insistent, it was around then that he understood he'd managed to black out the night before. Luckily, his ankle tracker was trustily beeping, which meant he had been coherent enough to at the bare minimum, stay in his invisible boundary. Bodies were spread out around the living room of Aiden's house, mostly on the floor. Mason was laying down on the couch in the room, a giant orange sectional. His bare feet were tossed up onto the arm rest and his arm was lazily falling off the cushion.

He found himself oddly disappointed that he was on the couch in the basement rather than a bedroom upstairs. More specifically, Mason wanted to at the bare minimum remember if he'd managed to sway the brunette bombshell from the previous night into bed. Shockingly enough, he can't piece together his thoughts, he vaguely remembered being browned before not recalling anything.

Once Mason came to his senses he looked around the room more closely, in the corner of the couch Joshua was laying on his back, the light from his phone illuminating his face. He caught sight of Mason, giving a stupid little grin and a mischievous smile. He made the hand to mouth motion that was the universal sign for smoking. Mason nodded, twisting around and hopping up from his position on the couch, he didn't bother to be quiet, making a loud thump as his feet hit the floor.  Groans echoed throughout the room and Mason smiled a little.

When he was safely outside he plopped down next to the large column that stood beside the front door. It wasn't a second later before Joshua followed him, sitting down and pulling out a lighter, a cloud of boredom washed over the two while he lazily packed a bowl full of the green plant.

Mason had never had a bad high, the concept itself was foreign, impossible even. So when the feeling of lonerism settled in and smoking with Joshua becoming a distant memory, Mason decided it was time to go, with a curt goodbye he began his journey to the gas station. He was out of cigarettes and was never one to bum off of people in hopes of getting a buzz, one of his only redeemable qualities he'd concluded.  

Desperate for a buzz, Mason climbed into the drivers seat of his car with every intention of going to the gas station down the street.  As the engine roared to life, he began to pull out of the driveway but immediately stomped on the breaks as he heard a shriek that could put a banshee to shame.  Covering his ears, he glared up towards his rearview mirror to see the stick woman from the previous night.

"What the fucking hell is your problem?" She screamed, "You could've fucking killed me!"  Mason smiled for a moment, a calm demeanor settling over him,

"Excuse me? I couldn't hear you," he claimed as he rolled down the window of his car.

"You damn well know you heard me," she loathed, beginning to stomp up to the window of his car.  Her furious expression was such a contrast from her state last night he couldn't help but to be shocked.  A sense of bewilderment overtook him, closely followed by annoyance.

"I couldn't have killed a squirrel with how fast I was going, much less a fully grown human" He thought about it a moment before continuing, "-- well stick."  With that she puffed up her chest, her face turning a dark red which contrasted her purple hair.  Steam seemed to flow out of her ears.

"ARE YOU CALLING ME A STICK?"  He couldn't help it, Mason laughed.  And if that didn't set her off, he didn't know what would.  In a blind fury the girl took off her shoe, and threw it through the window of his car hitting him square in the jaw.  His demeanor changed then, he was no longer calm, cool, and high.  No, in less than a second he snapped,

"take a goddamn joke," with that he put his car in reverse and backed out of Aiden's driveway.  as he left the premises, he was immediately reminded of his wanting of a cigarette.