Give me a reason

Partner In Crime. Literally...

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(Short chapter, once again ILLEGAL CONTENT. Enjoy thpugh, hopefully? Haha)

Bottles, pipes, prescriptions, baggies, rocks, paper, everything I need right about now.

Jake is the biggest druggie I know. He's been clean, until he met me. It's a weird way we bond.

I take my phone out and call Jake. We haven't taken off yet so it should be okay.

"Helloooooo?" His lovley voice sings.

"Hi. Um, are you busy?"

"Did you find it?" He asks quietly

"You need to find a bettter hiding spot." I scoff

"I'll be right there." He laughs and quickly hangs up the phone

I push the bag back under the bed.

Maybe 30 seconds later the door opens, Jake's beaming face comes imto sight. He closes the door, turning to me with an evin grin he says "Are you ready?" I eagerly nod my head yes.

I take the bag from under the bed out and we walk into the bathroom. We both take a seat on the tiled, stone cold floor, but in a few minutes, it's not gonna be a problem.

I gaze over everything he has to pick from,

Your standered Marijuana. Think what you want anojt Jake, but he's not the good clean kid he plays off to be, he LOVES to get high. He loves it. And so do I. It is definitely out guilty pleasure. He's not just a pothead, no sir. He goes all out, and when I saythat I mean it. The things in his bag prove that more than I can ever tell ya'll.

Methamphetamine, Crack Cocaine, Heroin, all sit in their own seperate little containers.

"We'll have to do these when we land." He says, running his finger over all the drugs we would smoke.

I graze over all the pill bottles, Xanex, Hydrocodone, Percocet, and dozens of others. But of course he has the normal advi, ibrofen, exedrain, however you spell all that stuff.

He had a few bottles of Nyquil, Coughsyrup, he has incensel, he has everything I could ever want, right now.

"What are you gonna do?" I ask him, grazing over his bag filled with goodies, like a kid in the candy store.

"I wanna shoot today." He says, picking up a container with little white pellets, looking like tick-tacks, what people know as Heroin. He umzips a little pocket, grabbing a plastic spoon from McDonald's, a lighter and then a cotton ball. "What are you gonna do?" He smiles, taking the spoon out of then wrapper,

"These." I say excitedly, taking the bottle of Hydrocodone and Advil p.m. into my hands, setting it down next to me.

He smiles and nods his head, "Can you hand me a cotton swab?" He asks nicely. I just look at him and he starts to laugh, "I just wnated to see what you would do." I HATE the feeling of cottom balls, or cotton candy, *shiver* even just talking about it makes my skin crawl.

He takes the plastic spoon, sticks it in his mouth for a moment, he pops it out and hands it to me, I stand up, walk over to the sink fill the base of the spoon with water and slowly hand it back to him.

"Look at my evil little assistant. My Partner In Crime." He jokes, and I laugh "Literally." He laughs in agreeance.

He takes two tablets and drops them into the spoon filled with water, he mixes it around a bit with a toothpick, then he takes a syringe out of the package and then the cotton ball, he tears off a little piece, (I just shivered writing that) he sets that piece in the Herion contaminated water kn the spoon, the cotton ball soaks up most of the concoction, he then stickeps the needle part of the syringe into the ball, puljng the plunger towards him, filling the tube of the syringe with the drug.

He hands the spoon and cottton ball to me, I take a paper towel, wrap the materials in about 7 of them and then, throw them into the trash. I feel a little bit of a wiggle, flying mann.. haha

Since Jake is doing something that is going to give you and instant high j have to do mine first so that I can help thr both of us to the bed. To sleep that is.

He hands me a bottle of cough syrup, I take a mouth full of that and then 4 of the pills. I swallow and then take a big drink of water.

"You alright?" He smiles, "Yeah." I smile. I pick up all of the stuff, put everything back in the bag, and then I stuff it under the sink, putting things of toilet paper infront of the bag, so that's it's 100% invisible.

He stands up and straightens his arm, studies his muscular, tattooed forarm, he feels around in the crease of his forearm, "Ready?" He asks, raising an eyebrow, "Ready." I smile. Without another word he pushes the needle into his arm, he drops the syringe, I wraps both of his arms around me and bam! His legs give out, I wrap my arms around his loned torso, I drag him to the bed, I flop him down, pulljng the blankets out from under him and then put them over him. His shirtless body lays motionless, except for the faint up and down of his chest. His eyes are rolled back and his tongue is out.

I walk back to the bathroom. Someone always comes at the end of every trip to collect garbage, so just to be safe, I take the plunger into my hands, I pick up the syringe and place it when the plunger once was. I set the plunger down ontop of it, pushjng down and then releasig it, making sure it's not going anywhere. So when the garbage guy comes I'll just sneek it into something else.

I walk over to the bed, crawling under the blankets from the other side, he slowly, like a sloth, moves his way over to me, he pulls himself close to me, his body insanely hot, which is perfect because right now I am freezing my ass off.

He hums lightly, I start to feel a little different, my chest is getting a weird tingly sensation,  and then my eyes start to have different specks of color here and there. My body feels as ifnitnis begin pulled into the bed, like the bed is begging me to sleep, it didn't have to beg to bad because within the next 5 seconds I am out co- .....