terrible things e.s.

3 dont bullshit me

On the night of my seventeenth birthday, me and Ed were outside of my house, sitting around a bonfire. Inside, the music played loudly and you could see the silhouette of someone getting fucked through the guest room widow. Wow, I thought, real classy.

The fire was slowly growing smaller and smaller in front of us. I took a long sip of the flat beer in my cup. Ed blew out a large cloud of smoke laughing, shit faced. He pasted the bowl to me. I put the glass to my lips and he lit the lighter over the grass I got for my birthday, courtesy of him. I inhale the hot smoke letting it fill my lungs. I hold it in until it burned too much to bare, then blew out nothing but air.

"Yeah, buddy!" Ed exclaimed, taking another hit. Not long after, we were properly stoned. We got up and started back up to my house. Ed fell four times and I fell three, both of us a laughing mess.

"God, I love you so much," Ed said once we were safe in my room, the party still a going concern downstairs.

"No you don't, you asshat," I fell back on my bed sighing with a smile plastered on my face. I love life. And turtles. I want a turtle. Why don't I have a turtle? I need a turtle. They're really slow. Like my mind right now, everything's moving so slow. A fit of laughter falls from my lips uncontrollably.

"Yes, I do. I've loved you since, like, last April." He sounded so matter-of-fact and for some reason I found it hilarious.

"Oh really?"

"Realllllllly!" Ed yelled in my ear tackling me on my bed, burying his face in my neck.

"You smell like vanilla... and pot. that's my new favorite smell, now. It should be one of those Yankee Candles. Yank. Wank. Ha! I wank," he was rambling, his face in my neck, still, while I looked up at the white ceiling that seemed to be filled with colors, "hey Rory... Rory. Roar-y... Roar. ROAR!" Ed growled loudly in my ear and pretended he was eating me. My ears rang painfully and I pushed his heavy body off of mine. He had a small smile playing on his lips. I traced his lips with my tired eyes.

"Do you really love me? More than a Bestfriend?" I asked slowly.

"I broke up with Lacey because I love you more," he mumbled against the bed spread.

"Don't bullshit me Ed, because I really like you," I was feeling so confident and open right now and I loved it. He mumbled a yeah, of course.

I rolled on top of him. Pressing my lips to his for the first time. He slowly started moving his lips with mine. It was messy, our teeth clanked, we were barely coherent, but it was perfect. Everything with Ed was perfect.

We pulled away for a second to catch our breaths. Ed reached his hand up, moving the little bird pendant that hung between my collar bones in his fingers, "My little bird," he barely moved his lips, slurring his words before drifting off into a deep sleep.

An hours or so later, I woke Ed up. Paranoid and freaking out from the weed, on top of the party going out of control, I needed someone to help me get these people out of my house. Ed and I ran downstairs, his eyes going wide. Together, we ran through the house, screaming "WEE-WOO" as loud as we could, signaling that the police were coming. People started running out of the house frantically grabbing their things and alcohol. Within minutes the place was deserted. After we cleaned up the mess from my party, it was going on 5:00 a.m.

My parents had let me have the house for the night, since it was my birthday and they oddly trusted me. Me and Ed sat on the couch watching a documentary on Wallaby's while finishing the left over pot brownies. We might have kissed a little more, too. I think it's safe to say it was a good night.

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This is really bad. I'm sorry