High and Broken // Michael Clifford & Luke Hemmings

Chapter V

It's been one long day. First my mom told me she had to leave and won't be back for about a month and a half. It was just out of the blue and everything, not even a warning. She came into my room at about four in the morning and woke me up to tell me about this. She had tears on her cheeks and she looked like she felt bad for leaving me for no reason. Past her tear filled eyes I saw hope. Hope that she'll be happy. Hope that she'll never see me again. Hope for a better life without me. Then she left. She left with everything. Except me.
I stared blankly at my bedroom door, she shut it this time. I heard the tires on her car skid against the driveway when she pulled away. Tears welling in my eyes as I finally looked away from my door only to look at the ceiling. My mom was gone and I didn't know if she was ever coming back, I thought. I didn't know what else to do but cry, get under my bed to grab all I needed, and play music.
Putting the shuffle of my phone on I reached under my bed for my black bag and lighter. Jimi Hendrix came on, I think it's Purple Haze. I pulled out a little plastic bag with the herb and then grabbed my bong. Putting the whole bag in the tube then lighting up. I think I smoked the bag of OG kush because I only ever felt this good on this stuff. I took another deep inhale off the clear bong and held my breath for a couple of seconds before I exhaled all of it. I went to take another hit but, sadly, I burned it all. I laughed at myself for doing that. My phone lit up long enough for me to see that Luke messaged me.
He said "Hey, can I come over?"
I giggled because I had read it aloud in his deep, sensual, sexy voice. I typed in response, "Do you even need to ask?"
"I mean, no but still," he sent back.
"Of course you can cutie."
Within five minutes he was walking in my room. Luke saw my bed, how it was covered in weed and joints, and he slowly started to smile devilishly in a way.
I looked down to my bed and slowly looked back up at him, I was hesitant to speak, "......Luke?"
He licked his lips when he looked at me, "You got high without me, didn't you?"
Still hesitant, I spoke, "...Yes..?"
"You're so hot when you're high, Bailey," he said with a smirk.
"Stop," I said as I smiled like a little girl.
"Should we invite Michael?"
"Who said you were going to be smoking with me?"
He pulled a two pound bag out of his back pocket with a smirk still on his face.
I eyeballed it trying to figure out what kind it was. It was either Vortex, or White Widow. I've never tried either but have seen people online with it, mainly on tumblr. I guess Luke could see the confusion on my face as I tried to figure it out because he said, "Vortex, A+ grade. No need to thank me."
I gasped, "Oh my god, Luke this must have costed tons!"
"I may have negotiated with my dealer," he cockily said.
"Let's go to wonderland, Lucas," I said with a huge smile.

A/N -- IM ALIVE GUYS, NO NEED TO WORRY ABOUT ME! I'll be updating more so yeah. That's all, read my other fic!! I don't think I'm going to continue the austin mahone one so..there's that. Vote and whatnot if you like this. Add to your library for notifs. Tell mutuals about it bc fab. Yeah! - t