Chill out

Chapter one

Yeonghon's POV
It all started when my mom met my dad and then they had me. Kidding, my mom told me she doesn't know who my father is because she went to the doctor to have me. Anyways she hasn't even been in a big part of my life, she's always off somewhere but I don't really care because sometimes she comes back with drugs, which as long as she's not fucked up I'm ok with.
I look nothing like my mother so my dad must be foreign. Maybe Chinese or something. I don't know. My skin is a light caramel and my hair is hazelnut brown. My style is in between alternative and hippie so if I'm not wearing bellbottoms I'm wearing black skinny jeans with lots of holes in them.

I haven't had any dope since my most reliable dealer went to prison, which has been too long. Okay, a month is still a long time for having no psychedelics , especially when I would smoke at least every other day. My mother is my second most reliable 'dealer' because when she brings back something, I will usually have some, either by her letting me share some with her or slipping small amounts of buds, crystals, tabs, or dabs from her stash.  But lately, she's been keeping all her goodies on her person all while she's in my presence. It doesn't matter if she's sleeping or walking around the house. She also hasn't been sharing with me at all.

I'm careful with asking around school because I can't be suspected at all by anyone. I'm too paranoid anyways with thinking about who to trust. I'm even more paranoid about these two boys, Taehyung and Jimin. They're not new kids, but I've never paid enough attention to notice them specifically. A small part of me- the same part that yearns to want to stop using- wants to get to know them. Make memories maybe.

But that's definitely a normal-person daydream. Salivate over the quirky-sexy boys. Never do drugs. Get adopted. And... make memories? I don't know.

So here I am, wallowing in a girls bathroom, waiting for that group of girls, one of which will always have some kind of dope hidden on her body. I have a wad of cash in case they're willing to sell, but if not, I'm hoping they'll bum me a few hits of whatever they have.

A few people come and go, like normal, then after the third period late bell rings, a girl or two will come in every few seconds, settling in a corner or by the sink. I'm sitting on the counter top of the sink in the corner furthest from the door. The girls barely acknowledge me, until Melody comes in, whom instantly lights up.

"Yeonghon! My little Fey!" She giggles and I can tell she's already high off her rockers. I hope she's got more of what she took. I smile and playfully tug on one of her rainbow-colored dreadlocks.

"Melody, my girl, I haven't seen you in so long. Your hair's beautiful, babe." I call everyone babe if I feel emotionally connected to them enough. Right now, just being around her vibe is getting me in a high mind state.

"Thanks, girly," she answers.

The three other girls are either staring into space or at their phones. Seems like they had a session before coming to school way late. I chuckle and look at Melody, who is also staring at me through her slightly tinted glasses.

"I'm thinking you need a little bit o' something, am I right?"

"Melody, babe, you're a lifesaver." The two of us and one of the three other girls pile into the big stall. Melody pulls a rig out of her bag and a glass container out of her bra. Half of my mouth pulls into a smirk. Maybe you could say I was happy for the dope, but to see this beautiful brown girl fix her boobies is a wonder. Yes, I know what it feels like to play with her breasts, but I'm doubting the other girl knows, because she doesn't have the relationship I do with Melody.

I do a total of three dabs, Melody does two, and the other girl does one, which was a poor excuse to call an actual drag. We sit and talk for about twenty minutes, then I ask if I can buy dabs off her, before I have to go.

"Girly, whatchu talkin' 'bout? This is yours now, I was gonna give it to ya anyways, you need it, girly, I know you do.." I smile as she goes on, completely baked. 

"Ok, thank you babe, I gotta get to class, my alibi is talkin' to a therapist, and they don't talk for that long, so I gotta go. Thank you again, babe, like I said, you're a life saver." She hands me the rig piece and container, which I pocket. "I love you." The way I say it, the V is almost silent, making it seem like I'm way too baked. I should straighten up by class.

"Love you too," she kisses my cheek, and I kiss hers, before I leave the stall and head for choir.

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Yeah this is just to get familiar with how she connects with psychedelics. I myself refrain from calling them drugs because of how I feel about them, but Yeonghon is a different person so ye. Anyways, hope you guys like it, it'll get better.