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*Ricky's POV*

"Come on, let's get you high." I giggled. It'd been three days after discovering her father died. She refused to go to the funeral but I didn't want her sitting around and moping for the rest of her life.

"Is this really the best idea?" She gave me a sad smile as we sat in my room alone. Chris was out with Balz and Sitkowski. 

"Sure. It'll mellow you out." I assured her. She rolled her eyes as she took the first drag. "Damn, do you have enough of this stuff?" She coughed. I gave an evil grin.

"What, you can't handle it?" I asked her. She smiled back, shaking her head as her eyes quickly turned from white to red. "The answer is no, by the way." I stole the joint and took my own, long drag, obviously showing her up.

"You know...he likes to get blown." She started snorting with laughter.

"Who? Chris?" I started laughing with her.

"Long and hard." She nodded, her eyes squinting from her large smile. 

"I can't believe we're talking about him." I giggled, shaking my head. I felt the effects already. My stomach started churning. I suppose alcohol and weed don't mix well in my body.

"You alright?" She put a hand on my back, still laughing. It's almost never ending. "You should've drank slower this morning."

"Don't tell me what to do." I clutched my stomach, gently smiling at her as the feeling tingled up to my face. That's when it hit me.

I collapsed to the floor, today's lunch spewing onto the hard wood floor of my bedroom. I felt alone as I retched it all up. All I heard was (Y/N)'s laughter. I hated her seeing me like this, but I've seen her worse and it's about time she got this dosage.

"I've got a feeling that marijuana's rotting your brain." She giggled, falling to the floor next to me as I crouched back up, staring at my mess. I sighed, not feeling like cleaning.

"(Y/N)...shut up." I looked at her, laughter in my eyes but a sudden seriousness in my smile. She paused, her lips closing as she gave me a thoughtful look. I felt the color continuing to drain from my face. "You know...you're so beautiful..."

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