Secrets | Reddie Fanfic

Smoking and Over-Sharing

"Your mom makes really good chili, Edds," Richie says while sitting beside me on my living room couch.

"My mom would kill me if she knew I was eating on the couch and not in the dining room. I could just imagine the look on her face, it would be horrific!" I explain.

"The less she knows the better than."

"If my mom knew about half the stuff I've done she would have an aneurysm. And I'm a pretty good teenager, too. How would yours feel, knowing about all the crazy things you've done?" I ask, slightly prying on purpose.

"I don't really, uh, no. Mad, I guess." He says.

His answer didn't satisfy me, so I question, "What's the worst thing you've done that you'd hate for your parents to find out about?"

He answers, slightly laughing, "I've busted a fat one in more people's mouths than I can count."

"That's disgusting!"

He admits, "I know right. Grossest part is, I'd even sleep with them half the time. I'd take their virginity, too. And I wouldn't even give a fuck. And so many girls know this about me, yet they still look in my direction."

"Well then why do you do it?"

He sighs, "I don't fucking know."

Then we were silent.

I get up and throw away our bowls to break the quiet.

"Do you want to smoke with me?" Richie announces.

"Like, right now?"

"Let's go up to your room and smoke. I really, really want to smoke."

I didn't smoke, I never have. The thought of it scared me a little, but it was slightly intriguing.

I reveal, "I've never smoked before."

"Then let me take your marijuana virginity. It'll be fun. Let me get my shit from my car."

I nod and the two of us head to my bedroom.

We sit criss-cross, across from each other. I stare at his actions while he focuses on rolling the joint. I watch his long, pale, thin fingers quickly get everything done. He knew what he was doing and didn't mess up once. He finishes what he had been doing, and pulls the lighter from his pocket. I watch as he flicks it on and the flame touches the tip of the joint, allowing smoke and fumes to fill our area.

"Don't be scared. Take two or three hits, then drink some water. You're going to cough, but it's normal so don't worry. Then pass it back to me. That's all it takes." Richie explains, taking off his glasses handing the joint to me.

I do exactly as instructed. The first inhale stung, and I couldn't keep it absorbed for long. I exhaled quickly and then coughed a bit. The second wasn't as bad, and I held it for a while. The hit was bigger and the inhale was much deeper. But when I released, I coughed even harder and for much longer. I sipped on water, then took one last hit. It was quicker and less intense, but I didn't cough this time.

I watch him do it with such ease. I envied his relaxation. His inhale was so deep, when he blew out there was barely any smoke. He hit it a bunch, and when there was nothing but a bud left he passed it to me and smiled,

"Take the last hit or two."

So I did.

We were in the middle of talking about The Office while it kicked in for me. Almost all at once the world began to go in slow motion. The thoughts in my mind slowed down drastically. My brain, which is normally rapidly spinning, stopped. I wanted to look at myself, so I left my bed and headed towards the mirror. My eyes were slightly red and I caught myself widening them far too much. I giggled at my reflection, then made my way back to the bed. I lay down, with my head at the bottom and my toes on my pillow. Richie follows my lead.