One-Shot Collection - Keanu Reeves.

- 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 (𝙍𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙀𝙙𝙜𝙚) -

/mentions of drug, slight fluff/

"Hey, you coming to the meetup tonight?" Matt says behind me.

I turn around, stopping in the crowd of kids that stream through the hall. I pull my books close to my chest, adjusting the backpack slung around my shoulder. I scan Matt up and down, studying his purple tye-dye shirt and jean and leather jacket combo. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, a smile on his face. "Yeah, sure. Is layne driving? I'll need a ride cause my folks will be sleeping" I respond, Matt and I stepping aside near the hall wall. He nods "Yeah, I'm catching a ride with him too, I'll make sure we stop at your place" he confirms, looking over his shoulder momentarily. "Do I need to bring a sixer or dope? I know my mum just got some new stuff in that I could steal" I offer, throwing my bags into the back of my backpack.

He shrugs "If your willing to, sure. I know a couple of us are bringing sixers and blunts, but there can never be too much, right" he says. I let out a small laugh, nodding. Our eyes meet for a moment, staring longingly. The bell stirs us out of our silent stare, our body's perking up. "Well, see you in a few hours" he says, walking off with a smirk. I don't usually go to these parties because of the drugs and stuff, but Matt invited me so I don't want to be rude. Plus, it might be a chance to grow closer to him. He seems like a cool guy. I sigh, turning around and walk to my locker. I let my fingers dance around the lock, finally opening it. I gather my supplies, shutting it closed with a bang. I'm going to a fucking party.

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I stand in front of my mirror, inspecting my outfit. I'm wearing mom jeans paired with a t-shirt and an oversized plaid shirt. I push my medium length black hair back, sighing. I move to my bed, picking up the stolen blunts and putting them in my bag, slinging it over my shoulder. I slip on my combat boots, tip-toeing out of my room. I slip down the hall, sneaking towards the front door. I leave the house, closing the door as slowly and quietly as I can. I stand in the dark for a moment, Layne's car finally pulling up. The large blue car is noisy, the old engine roaring and grumbling. I hope my parents don't hear the car. The car draws near the house, coming to a stop. The headlights burn my eyes slightly, my toes quickly carrying me to the car. I open the side door, sliding into the back.

Layne and Matt sit in the front, the sound of heavy metal music filling the car. "Hey" I huff out, leaning into the front seats. "Hey" Matt responds with a smile, Layne paying no attention to me. I pull the two blunts out of my bag, handing them to Matt. "Here, my dad finished off the sixer we had, sorry" I say, earning a nod from Layne. "Matt, you never told me that your girlfriend could hook us up with dope!" Layne says in an all too cheery tone. My cheeks turn red in the dark of the car, Matt rolling his eyes at Layne. "She's not my girlfriend" he says defensively. I lean back into the seat as the car pulls out of the driveway, starting to drive off. "So where's this party?" I ask, Layne looking at me in the rear view mirror.

"Near a river, there's going to be a big bonfire" Matt responds, lighting up one of the blunts and putting the other in his pocket. Smoke fills the car momentarily, quickly filtering through the open windows. "Cool" I say shortly, leaning over to pluck the blunt from between his fingers. I hit it, letting the smoke fill my lungs and burn a little. I pass it to Layne, letting him hit it as he drives. The rest of the car ride is quiet, except for the odd joke cracked between Matt and Layne. As we pull up to an empty parking lot, I see a couple other friends from the friend group pour out of other cars. I quickly shift out of the car, stretching my arms from the small and cramped space. I turn around and see matt straighten out his coat, stomping out the roach.

Layne wonders off, greeting people in his weird theatrical way. Matt meets my eyes with a smile. "Wanna go?" he asks, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets. I nod, following him off in the dark. We walk along a dirt path, the light of a fire in the distance. The sound of dirt and rocks crunch under our shoes, a comfortable silence between us. "Thanks for inviting me" I say, looking at the night sky as we walk. He shrugs it off, looking at me for a moment. "It's nothing, really. I guess I just wanted to hang out with you for once, get you into the friend group I suppose" he adds, the both of us nearing a group of teens surrounded by the large wood fire among the sand. I stop, turning to him. He notices my halt, joining me. "No really, thank you. I wanted to get to know you better anyway" I admit, starting to walk again. He stops for a moment, finally catching up to me.

I sit down on the ground a few feet from the fire, watching the large group of flames flicker. Matt joins me, sitting a little too close for comfort. "What do you mean 'get to know you' ?" he asks, facing me. The warm hue of the fire illuminates his face, casting a shadow on the other half of his head. "I don't know, you just seem like a cool person I guess...you just kind of intrigue me" I continue, biting my bottom lip slightly. He stares at me for a moment, eyebrows knit. "What?" I ask, noticing his stare. "Nobody has ever said something like that to me, that's all" he says, quickly turning his attention to the fire. I quirk my eyebrow, tilting my head. A moment passes before he takes the second blunt from his pocket, leaning it towards the fire to light it.

He takes a hit, passing it to me as a cloud of smoke covers his face. I can't help but giggle, taking a hit as well. I blow it up to the sky, feeling Matt's gaze burn on me as I do. Didn't his mother ever tell him that it's rude to stare? I hand it back to Matt, who hands it back in return. This time, I take a hit, not breaking eye contact with him. I don't let the smoke out, trapping it in my lungs. I stare at Matt for a moment, leaning in as close as I can with a racing heart. He furrows his eyebrows, my hand finding his chin. I gently open his mouth by holding his chin, brushing my lips against his as I let the smoke seep into his mouth from mine. I finally pull away, watching him blow my smoke out of his mouth. He looks at me with a look in his eye, an eyebrow quirked up. I can't believe I just did that. I totally wouldn't have the confidence to that if I was sober.

His eyes flicker up and down on me, a hunger filling his gaze. I laugh, shaking my head. I put out the roach of the blunt, wiping my hands on my jeans. Just as I'm about to stand up, he grabs the sides of my face, pulling me towards him. He quickly kisses me, the kiss passionate and rough. I quickly put a finger over his mouth, blocking accesses. He does a double-take, confused at our momentary stop.

"Later Matt, later" I promise, fully standing up. I walk away, catching one more glimpse of his annoyed smirk.