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"Do you want a hit?" Oliver says and I look at the blut he's offering me.
Do I?
"Fuck me!" I yell and then cover my mouth. "Uh yes? I dont know I've never smoked," I say embarrassed that I yelled fuck me.
He scoots closer and I can see he's a high. He grabs my face causing me to blush. "Okay so pretend it's a straw you gotta breathe out of," he says putting the blunt to my lips. I do what he says and he takes it and takes another hit on it as I cough.
"Its fine to cough, so people make fun of coughing but it just means you're taking a bigger hit than you are use to. Try again but breath in some air along with the smoke," he says.
He faces me again and puts it in my mouth like I'm a baby- well, I guess you dont put blunts in babies mouths.. Anyways, he let's me smoke as he holds my face and the blunt. I breath in and feel a little different as the chemicals go to my brain.
"Why are you so sad?" I ask and he smokes but stays sitting close to me. He blows smoke in my face as I breath in.
"Why are you so happy?" He asks.
"Because I grew up like this," I say and then realize he knew I would say that. He didn't grow up happy?
"But.. I talked to Vic and Josh and they said you were happier a few years ago?" I say and he shrugs.
"Things change," he says and I feel dizzy.
"One moment," I mumble laying on the bench and passing out.
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The first things I notice when I wake up is Oliver's on the other side of me completely drench in rain and he looks extra high because of how red his eyes are. I sit up and he puts the blunt into his mouth for a moment and blows out a cloud of white smoke.
"Why are you so wet?" I asks him.
"I looked at each of the tombs. When I die I want to be buried here," he says and I dont smile. I dont like the idea of him dying.
I hum and he gets closer to me and gives me the blunt and leans his head on me. "I read weed helps tics, smoke it and see," he mumbles and then lays down on the bench and puts his head on my lap. He's cold.. I touch his soft face and he closes his eyes.
I've never seen Oliver so.. calm? Closed? I dont know, touchy? He is letting me touch him. Maybe it's all the weed? I stroke his cheek with my thumb as I take small puffs from the blunt. Not enough to make me cough but enough to get me high. After ten minutes time starts getting harder to keep track of and the more fun it becomes to feel things with my hands.
The rain seems magical and the air is refreshing. Yeah I'm high. Not stoned like Oliver but high. I touch his neck and like how a animal would do he opens up so I can touch his thoat more. He even unzips his jacket and lays on his back so I can have more access.
I trace the rose on his throat and smoke as I do this. The wet boy seems to be enjoying this a lot so I dont stop. I slide my hand and fingers all around his neck and then start touching his his collarbone by moving his shirt a little.
