The Ghost Of Us (HWGA sequel)

High

I laugh biting into a hot Cheeto and watching this comedian on YouTube.
I was expecting Sam to come over some time but it was 1:00 so I don't know if he changed his plans. But I spoke too soon when I see my phone light up with a message from him.

SAM: I'm here!!!!!!

What's with all the exclamation points!? I press pause on the video and get out of bed quietly to go open the door. When I do he was standing there holding 2 Slurpees and he had a big smile on his face.
"Hey!" He says oddly loud.
"Hey," I said and let him in.
"I got us Slurpees," he points out and I nod. "I just thought that maybe they'd be better than coffee... and I was really craving one," he chuckles, and a waft of a strong scent hit me. It smelt like Sam's cologne but masked over weed. I shut the door behind him and lock it.
"Are you high?" I ask and he laughs.
"I don't know, are you?" He replies.
"No, I'm serious Sam, have you been smoking weed?" I ask and he sips his slurpee.
"Ummmm," he says slowly. "No?" He says more as a question.
"I thought you were with Dani," I retort.
"I was!" He nods.
"Shh, my dads sleeping," I say.
"Right!" He whispers. "Got any snacks?" He asks turning and heading to the kitchen.
"Sam," I follow him. "Where did you even get weed from?" I ask. He never gets randomly high. We barely even get high at parties.
"Um Tyler," he mumbles putting the slurpees on the counter and opening the fridge. Tyler.
"Right," I cross my arms. "So you were with him and not Dani?" I ask.
"What no!" He shakes his head. "I was with Dani, then he showed up at my place at around... 11:30, and we just got a little high," he shrugs. "No biggy."
"Yeah," I nod. "When you said later I didn't expect you to be coming at 1:00 am," I retort.
"I was caught up babe," he turns around with ice cream from the freezer.
"With Tyler," I say.
"I thought the slurpees with lighten you up!" He grins. "It your favourite... coke," he adds.
"Yeah, I can see I'm not blind," I nod. I don't know why I was bothered by him being high tonight, maybe it was because he was with Tyler, and it's 1:00 am and he finally showed up... intoxicated.
"Are you mad at me?" He asks scooping some ice cream.
"I'm just a little annoyed," I admit and he pouts.
"Why!?" He asks. "I got some more, you can smoke it with me!" He adds in.
"That's not what I want," I say.
"Please don't be mad at me babe," he says stepping closer. "I need you to love me!" He adds.
"Just because I'm mad doesn't mean I don't love you," I roll my eyes.
"Jo! I don't like when you're mad," he says. "Come on..." he stands in front of me. "I'm sorry, I love you... and I just wanted to chillax a bit," he shrugs and grabs my hand pulling me closer to him. I don't say anything. I don't know what to say right now. "Jo..." he says. "Please don't be mad," he waves the spook that had ice cream on it. He was acting like a helpless little kid right now. It was kind of hard to be annoyed with him. "Pleaseeeeeee," he says and I took my eyes. "I can make it up to you."
"Oh with what?" I shake my head about to move but he stops me.
"My body," he says with a grin and I try not to laugh.
"I hate you," I say and his smile drops.
"No, don't say that..." he says. "Come on, just eat ice cream with me, and you'll feel better," he points the spoon at me. "I know it's tempting," he laughs at himself.
"Shut up," I say and eat the ice cream off the spoon and he smiles.
"I love you!" He says.
"Mhm," I push him away but he pulls me back to him.
"Say it back," he says with almost a serious look on his face.
"I love you too," I say and he lets out a breath of air and leans in kissing me, his lips were cold from the ice cream and so were mine, but the kiss was nice.
Why was it so hard to be mad at him sometimes!?
"Now, even though you're a snack, I still want a real one," he says after we pull away from the kiss.
"I'm gonna meet you in my room. Move the food afterward, and be quiet," I grab my slurpee.
"Yes ma'am," he nods and I leave the kitchen to go upstairs to my room.
I put my drink on the side table and get in bed and soon Sam comes up to the room and shut the door behind him.
  "Movie time?" He asks getting on the bed with me.
  "Sure, what do you want to watch?" I ask him grabbing the laptop and he shrugs.