…Fucking stoned : )
I sighed heavily before pulling hard on the joint between my fingers. "Fuck," I said to no one in particular, "Well this sucks," I muttered sarcastically to myself.
I looked up and took in my surroundings. The pier at one in the morning wasn't too bad. It wasn't too crowded, and the beach looked real awesome. I took another drag of the joint, before tossing the roach into the sand below me.
"You know," I heard a soft voice speak behind me, and quickly whipped my head around to face the source of the sound, "smoking alone isn't exactly the most cost effective activity."
I smiled widely before responding: "It is when my dealer follows me around like a love-sick puppy," I responded still smiling.
"Touché," She said before sitting next to me.
She leaned against me and offered up a freshly rolled joint.
"Nice," I commented.
She chuckled softly, and proceeded to light it up. She took two hits and passed it me. I mimicked her actions.
"So, what are you doing out here this late?" She asked.
"I don't know," I responded, "Thinking about things, I guess."
"I'll give you a gram for your thoughts," She said before winking at me.
I laughed lightly and shook my head. "You're turning me into a pothead!"
"I don't think it's the pot that keeps you coming back," She said smartly.
"Yeah, whatever, just pass it," I shot back.
She laughed and we continued to sit and smoke. Soon enough, the joint was finished, and we were both pretty high.
"It's pretty out there," She said nodding towards the ocean, "The moon is especially bright tonight."
I laughed loudly. "You're so stoned, babe."
She shoved me lightly and laughed along. "Shut up," she managed between fits of laughter.
Eventually the laughter died down, and we were left in almost silence, enjoying the sounds of waves crashing into the pier supports below us. A warm breeze softly blew by, and I inhaled deeply.
"I love breathing when I'm high," I muttered to myself.
"Sometimes I wonder if you hear yourself speak."
"Me too"
"You're real cute."
"Yeah, you too."
"Fuck, I'm really stoned."
"Mm. Me too."
"This conversation is incredibly interesting."
"Isn't it, though?"
"Come on, I have cupcakes at my house."
"Really?" I asked, obviously incredibly excited.
"Mhmm," She hummed positively.
I stood up slowly, and offered my hand to help her stand. She grabbed, and pulled before standing upright. I smiled warmly at her. She shook her head, laughed quietly, and turned to lead the way. My smile only grew as I rushed to catch up with her.
"You're fucking cute." I said jokingly.
She laughed and continued walking.
After a few minutes of walking, we found ourselves in her apartment, sitting on her couch, stuffing our faces with apparently homemade cupcakes. They were fucking delicious. Seriously. Fucking delicious.
"Did you make those cupcakes?"
"Nope."
"Who did?"
"My mom. For some strange reason, the woman thinks it's absolutely necessary to bake cupcakes at my house for her church parties. It's fucking weird."
"Your mom is fucking weird."
"Isn't that what I just said?"
"Um. No. You said the fact that she bakes in your house is weird, not that the woman, in fact, is weird."
"Oh my God, shut up!"
"Don't be bitter."
"I'm not bitter."
"You so are."
"Where's your girlfriend?" She asked out of the blue. I mean, one minute we were talking about how bitter she is, and then she decides to turn the tables on me. Who does that? It's totally not okay!
"Was that completely necessary?" I responded, just a little bit annoyed. And obviously by a little bit, I mean a lot bit.
"Does she know how much time you spend with me?"
"Does she need to know?"
"What do you want from me?"
"You know."
"So why are you still with her?"
"She's real convenient for me right now. I'm sorry."
"Real convenient? Really, Ashley? Are you serious right now?" She asked, her voice growing louder and standing from the couch we had been comfortably residing upon.
"Spencer, please don't do this right now. I'm trying to enjoy my high," I said, sighing heavily.
"Oh, of course, because it's always about you," She said bitterly.
"Bitter," I drew out in a singsong voice.
"Don't you even fucking try that right now!" She yelled. Rather loudly. Yes. Very loudly, actually. "I'm sick of hearing this shit from you! This happens all the fucking time! You come find me, we smoke, we fuck, and then you run home to that convenient girlfriend of yours!" She was pacing now. "This is bullshit, Ashley! Fucking bullshit! You need to make up your mind."
I stood up and walked over towards her.
"Don't you dare fucking touch me," She said through clenched teeth.
I grabbed her arms, and she pulled away. I tried again, this time much more forcefully and managed to hold her in place. I made eye contact with her and tried to convey everything I had been meaning to say for months. She sighed heavily, and relaxed her tense body before throwing her arms around my neck.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
She pulled away and looked me in the eye. "I love you," She whispered to herself before pulling me towards her bedroom.
The next morning, I woke up and left before she noticed, finding myself in the same predicament I was in the day before.