Chill out

Chapter three

I realize, some time later, that the boy left. Who was it? I try to remember, but I get carried away in thought.

Oh, it was Jimin.

Wait. Why was I talking to Jimin? Why or how did he find me? Why did he want to find me? He must have wanted to tell me something important... I relax, for I feel I have figured things out.

But I didn't. If what he said was important, then why don't I remember it??

Shit. What if he left me instructions to do something important like a miniscule movement that has to be done exactly right or else the world will end? The worlds gonna end. Shit. I realize I'm curled up in a ball. What am I doing?

I need something to help me focus. I'm in control.

I laugh. I am very in control. I search for my container and rig. I laugh again, maybe in a maniacal way, but I think it was actually... Mischievous. I realize I am in a corner of an open gymnasium—empty but right next to the weightroom, which filled with social energy—all before I realize I'm taking dab after dab...

I realize all that before I realize a boy in front of me.

Fuck!!

I try to drop the rig and piece in my lap, and curl back in to a ball, also all while looking like I'm crying into my knees. Stop opening up timelines.

I don't know from where I conjure this up, and since I realize that, I take a breathe. Soon, I make sense of the most realistic things that I could, and realize that there is a boy. I look at him and try to read his face.

I start laughing hysterically. I thought about how I was breathing, and then tried to figure out the feeling that goes with it, like why am I breathing like that... and I actually felt something!

Huh? His face tells me. "Do you mean you don't feel when you breathe? You should always feel something when you breathe... Huh..."

Huh...

"Huh? That was your... huh. Oh... wow..."

{go listen to Animals by Nickelback, that's the song that is in her head now, and she's basically feeling the boy's feelings or thoughts...}

I certainly know that's not my feelings... I feel weird...

"Oh... no, those are some of yours. Those are some of mine too." It could have only been in my mind that I could see his mischievous smile. I don't know.

I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.

What was I doing?

"Yes" was all he said.

I go to say some thing but I change my mind before I could think it.

I turn to him, fully realizing him, and ask, "do you want some of what I have?"

He smiles, and that feeling turns into something else. {I won't do this too much but listen to what the hell by avril Lavigne}

I chuckle and unfold my Depression disguise.

I take a dab real quick, then torch the tip before handing the rig and container bottom to the boy. You know why? He can't steal my lighter, rig, or dabs. He can take only a hit. I know I should probably let him have more but, I didn't want to ruin the feeling complex going on in his timeline. He obviously needed some dope, and I gave it to him.

Now Imma enjoy it.

I wait to go through with my plan until the boy and I both take two more dabs. Which takes some time, obviously, because both our timelines are going impossibly fast and slow at the same time. At the same rate. I know that doesn't make sense but it will to those who get it.

I laugh. Or, rather, some sound enter my ears that I recognize as my own wicked tenfold feeling laugh. So, you could say I laughed. Then I started to realize, not realized, but began to, like a gradual thing, that he was laughing with me.

Who is he? Well, I thought.... actually, I don't think it, because I don't know.

More laughing, from both of us. {ok I'm sorry but go listen to peach scones by hobo Johnson... please...}

This is fun...

"This is really fun," the boy says to me. I realize that by now, I have my rig and container, and I can choose to keep passing it between us or not.

"Do you need more?" I conjure.

He waves it away, making a really fuckin' adorable scrunched nose expression.  "Nah," he said, "I'm plenty good, thank you though,"

"Always, man..."

Time passes. I don't know how much. Probably not that much. "What's your name?" I ask him. I like his energy. I might just keep him around.

"Taehyung-i-ya" [which just means my name is Taehyung in korean]

"I like you."

He smiles and tries not to laugh.

"No, like I really like you."

He continues and he can't seem to hide his feelings.

So I start following his feelings. But then, I get other feelings. Oh. Oh.

I like this.

That information was conjured up by one of us. At some point in time. Only a unit of time later, I realize I have already slid closer to him, basically wrapped myself around him, and teased him until he took it a step further. He kissed me.

And holy mother of all great beings.... I loved it. Better than the drugs. Or maybe when I'm off drugs and kiss him it'll feel like drugs? Ohh, nevermind that. Focus on this moment.

And I do. I focus so much that I already have everything hidden away and I never break my focus of him. Everything's him now. Everything I touch, feel, see, hear, smell, taste... All him. And it seems I am finally somebody's someone.

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Ooooh I had fun with that one. Well, hopefully I'll have fun with all of these. I will, until I stop taking drugs and get back to work. Haha lmfao. Ahh, what the hell, I'll keep having fun with u guys. Hope u enjoyyyy!