A/N: I know that 4/20 was on Monday, but this just came to mind and I HAD to post this. lol. Just something that came to me and I knew I needed to post.
Hope You Enjoy. Pleases R&R. Disclaimer:
FOUR TWENTY!-
"GUESS WHAT!!!!!!" I quickly awaken from my nap upon hearing the loud brunette who has just burst into my room.
I groan, raising up from the couch I was lying on. "What do you want Tay?"
My bestfriend just looks at me as she closes the door behind herself a smile spread across her face.
"Tatum." I say again, this time using her full name, as I continue to watch her watch me as she stands against the wall.
"Guess what today is?" She replies.
I roll my eyes in response thinking that she's going through one of her many "Tatum Moments" as I like to call them.
"RANDALL!" She says, using my full name to get back at me from earlier. "What is today?"
Sighing, I give in and answer her question. "It's Monday."
"Nope!" She replies giggling as she begins to walk towards me.
"Then what is it then?" I ask, growing more and more irritated by this conversation.
"What's today date?" She asks, but as I begin to speak she cuts me off. "IT'S FOUR TWENTY BIIIITTTCCH!" Tatum yells at the top of her lungs, throwing the Hardy guns in the air.
Once again, I roll my eyes, causing Tatum to punch me in the arm. "What the fuck!" I yell rubbing my arm.
"Don't act like you're too good for Four Twenty Randall, this is a sacred holiday, it's our holiday Randy Pandy!" Tatum replies, pouting and crossing her arms after she says this.
Getting up from the couch, I uncross Tatum's arms and stick her lip back in. "I can't this year, sorry Tay."
"But Randy-." Tatum says, whining.
"I can't." I say more sternly this time, watching her facial expression drop as she plops down onto the couch sighing.
"Fine, I guess I'll go celebrate with somebody else." She says, pouting once again. "Hmmm maybe Hardy will be down to celebrate with me. What does he have to lose, he's supposed to be leaving." Tatum says, coming to this conclusion as she gets up from the couch, pushes past me and heads towards the door.
My fist rolled up into a ball, I let out a long sigh. "Tay, wait!"
I watch as Tatum stops mid-step, and she turns around on the heels of her red converses. "Yes, Randy?" She says, a grin plastered across her face because she knows she has won me over.
"You know I don't like Hardy."
"Sucks for you, doesn't it?" She replies, sticking out her tongue, showing me her tongue ring.
"I wasn't done smart ass. Fine, I'll come with you, but just one puff." I mumble giving in as I watch Tatum run to me and hug me.
"You fucking rock Orton!" Tatum squeals, giving me a peck on the lips before grabbing my arm and leading me out of the door and towards her car.
"You're a bad influence on me." I say, watching Tatum dig in her bag that was in the backseat of her Hummer.
Emerging moments later, a smile on her face as she holds the contents in her hand before throwing them at me. "Shut the fuck up Orton and smoke." She states pulling me into the back seat with and cuddling into my side.