All she's doing is screaming, screaming, screaming. I'm dumbfounded by this. I love 'her' so much but 'she' doesn't even know 'she' exists and the man next to her? I don't know if he's dead or alive.
I never knew how much of a bunch psychopaths our...
Well it's only a few of days until we go home and me and the boys have decided to have one more last day of getting stoned before we go home.
Why not? What could go wrong?
If you ever want drugs and fast, Matthew is your guy. He's got everything stashed in his draws in his large, dark bedroom. It's probably where Ayden gets most of his from.
We do have one policy though about drugs though and it's: you only have the drugs that we create so you know there's no funny stuff inside.
While he continues to rummage around in his draws, Austin, Ayden and I sit on the marble decks' floor waiting patiently for him. As we start chatting finally Matthew comes over to us and sits down. He gently lays down all the weed, crack and lighters he has and smiles proudly. I acknowledge his excitement.
" Well boys, want do you want to start with eh? " He asks itching the palm of his hands. I can tell by this he's desperate.
We all agree to start with a joint for now and we each roll ourselves up with one. Almost in sync, we light it up and inhale deeply making sure it hit our lungs multiple times.
" Ahh, finally.. " Matthew soothes to himself quietly.
After an hour or so past and only loud heavy breathing was the conversation we only had, we all heard a quiet knock. I know it's Harmony only because if it was Sir, he'd smash the door down instead as I think he doesn't know how to knock.
By now we've all had several joints and rounds of crack and although I feel fine and normal(ish) I know it won't be long until it hits me and I can start to feel it.
Matthew knew as it is Harmony knocking and used his 'sweet' voice to answer, softly yelling; " Come in! ". And in popped an adorable Harmony.
Oh my mother of holy fuck she's hot today. I don't know if she's doing this on purpose but this isn't fair on me. In a way, I hope it's the weed talking but deep down inside, I'm not so sure. My turns into a tight knot that hurt a bit but with pleasure and excitement. Why? I don't know.
She's wearing a dark grey Adidas top that when she raised her arms to tighten her high ponytail it showed a bit of her stomach which isn't fair cause I swear she's teasing me with it. Covering her arms is a green coat that looks cosy and warm. She's wearing ( I think ) high waist black jeans and white and black trainers. Oh God I'm melting slowly like a snowman.
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She's slowly killing me.
There comes back that dreadful live wired tight knot shooting through my stomach. Painfully aching but I love it. My head is a whirlwind and my hands are craving to touch her. I want to drag her over here and hug her as tightly as possible and moan about how she's mine and nuzzle my head on her neck, but I can't do that.
