Cannabis

1 | Evening Plans

3:45 pm

    I step out of the humid bathroom and drip into the hallway. I shiver. It's always freezing after my showers. I walk towards my bedroom door with my towel around my waist and my fist clasping it tight. I open my door and plop down on my bed. I take off my towel and lift my legs and pat them dry. I reach for the tiny white remote on my dresser and turn on my space heater. I love heat. It makes me feel alive. My iPod is connected to my speaker by the window, and I turn up the music. Florida Kilos was on and halfway over. I click rewind and turn it up loud enough that the window buzzes. I pick my phone up from the ledge. 5 notifications from the bae. Can you say thirsty?

I roll my eyes and begin to read my messages. Kyle always had a thing for blowing me up. We'd known each other since kindergarten. He's my best friend. No one understands me more than this dork.

    "Aye marshmall-hoe,"

I cringe at that nickname. It was too lame to bare,

    "when are you coming over? I'm bored and it's pasta night, so let's do something."

He does hate pasta. I don't mind it. He's said that he had a bad experience with it in the past. I grin. How tf do you have a ""bad experience"" with pasta?

    "Ugh you're in the shower aren't you?¿ Quit masturbating and call me, you bitch"

I scoff.

    "So I called Kori and Kwams and they want to double up at the movies. Idk, didn't you say you wanted to see that new Pixar movie Out Inside or something¿¿¿"

Ugh he's like a old man. I scroll down to his last two messages.

    "Apparently it's not out yet so are you cool with seeing whatever they pick out?"

I start to feel bad for not responding all this time.

    "Hope your dressed, I'm picking you up."

    Oh shit! He sent that at 3:47 and its 3:50! He only lives on the next street.

I lotion up with some new bath and body works skin moisturizer my mom picked up for me yesterday. I'm too flustered to pin the scent but it smells kinda fruity.

    I put on deodorant and sprit my wrist and ankles with A&F Fierce. I slip on my underwear and black socks. Struggling, I yank my dark grey joggers off of my desk chair, and jump into them. I open my door and run to the laundry room, and gently take my black long sleeve shirt with a comfortable hood on the back off of the ironing board and put it right on. I slide to my room and look out the window to check if Kyle is here yet. I'm relieved.

    I go to the now cooled-off bathroom to comb my hair. I finish it off with some oil sheen hair spray. "Damn I look cute!" I say as I take out my tooth care kit and smile. I floss, I bleach, I brush, and I gargle until my teeth twinkle.

I return to my room for my phone and my white leather wallet. I reach for my necklace from the same window ledge my phone resided on.

I grin.

3:55 pm

    This is the necklace Kyle gave me in the 5th grade for my birthday. It's a best friend necklace. He has the golden sun half, and I have the silver moon half. I've never lost or left it anywhere. I look at my reflection in the window, and begin to put on my necklace. A figure pierces into my view, and it Kyle on his bike. He looks up at my window and comes to a halt. He gives me that big dorky grin and takes his hand to lift his sun up out of his shirt. The light bounces off of it and I smile. I lift my moon and shake my head at him and chuckle. He brakes his gaze and he walks his bike to my front door. I hear the doorbell ring, and turn around and head downstairs.

    My mom is at the door, holding a cup of steaming herbal tea in her hand. By the smell of the atmosphere, I can tell that it's pear. Their conversing and I see him look up at me and smile. I smile and begin down the stairs. My mom turns around and smiles.

    "Ohp! Here he is now," she exclaims. I grin and slip on my tan timberland boots.

    "Ready to go?" I ask. He nods.

    "Oh your leaving so soon?" My mom interrupts, "I have extra tea packets in the kitchen if you'd like some Kyle!" She continued. I roll my eyes.

    "Uh, thanks Mrs. Blu, but Kwame and Karenna are waiting for us at the theatre," I smile, and my mother looks disappointed.

    "Oh, well that's okay dear! You two have fun, and be careful!" She turns to me and kisses me on the forehead. We walk out side and wave goodbye to my mom as she closes the door.

    "Sorry about that, she's herbed up as usually." I chuckle.

    "It's alright, I'm used to it." Kyle laughs as he gets on top of his bike.

    He hands me the helmet he made for me in the 7th grade. It's shiny and white, and has blue padding on the inside. I look sheepish and put it on. All I'm thinking about is my hair, until I watch him put on his helmet that I bought for his birthday last year. I felt obligated to get him one. Him making me one was his way of saying that he'd ride me around on his bike. His helmet was black and had red padding; It fit him perfectly.

    His dark spiked hair was tamed by the helmet, and when he strapped it around his chin, the sun hit him in a way that made his hair lighten and his eyes blaze in a way that they became a light brown. His pupils shrunk in the light. When he had finished, he turned to me and smiled. His pupils grew even in the light and my heart skipped a beat.

    His voice broke the serenity, "All set?" he asks.

I nod, he chuckles and then motions for me to hop on the back.

    I settled my feet on the bars in the back of his wheels, and placed my hands on his sturdy shoulders. His cologne was on point. It's like he specifically sprayed it the place he knew I'd get a whiff.

4:01 pm

"Off we go!" His biceps vibrated as he spoke, and I could feel my cheeks buzz and grow warm.

We headed off to the theatre.