420 in Forks
Yes, I wrote this in honour of the 420 protest. No, this isn't an anti-drugs fanfiction. Yes, it is rated M, since people can't handle their ganja :P
SUMMARY: Bella asks Edward if she can smoke weed for the first time on 420, and is shocked that Edward and his family are so ready to toke up with her. Rated M because of the obvious "drug" theme ;)
"Edward ... please don't get mad, but ... Mike and Jess were talking about how 420 is tomorrow, and I was wondering ... do you think I could try smoking pot? I mean, I'm not gonna die my first time smoking." I was really worried about Edward's reaction, knowing how he was very strict about my health and safety. So obviously I couldn't have even begun to imagine that Edward would react so ... enthusiastically.
"Actually, Bella, you aren't going to die from smoking pot ever. I'm sure that you've heard a lot of nonsense on how toking up makes you do crazy things like trying to jump off the roof in your underwear, or that you can overdose. That's a load of garbage." I was almost positive that my jaw was on the ground. "My family actually smokes pot every 420. I didn't tell you, because you're father is a cop, obviously, but since you've asked ... How would you like to stop by tomorrow? I'm sure you're going to love it!"
I honestly didn't know how to react. Thank him? Be angry at him for hiding his family's toking habits? Ask why he seemed so excited about toking up with me? And how can vampires even smoke weed? I was obviously a little nervous at the thought of smoking up, but I was mostly excited. This would be one of those 'human experiences' that Edward seemed to be so insistent that I partake in, apparently. No complaints here.
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The morning of April 20th started off just the same as it would have any other day. Edward snuck out of the house, and came by later to drive us to school. We would walk to the parking lot, and Alice would greet us enthusiastically, shadowed by cautious Jasper. Emmett would jump out of his jeep dramatically, open the door for Rosalie, and they would walk hip-to-hip towards their first class.
When Edward and I reached our first class, though, I was shocked at how few students were here. Sure, I wasn't naive to the happenings of 420 in Phoenix, but it didn't seem so drastic with so many people around. In Forks, however, it was different. There are less ways for teens to amuse themselves, and there are less people to notice. Edward and I walked to our normal desks at the back of the classroom, and sat down.
Apparently, the teacher was pretty chill. Realizing there were probably 8 of us in the classroom, he allowed us to just sit there and study, read, etc. I got the feeling he was high, because of his red eyes. There was no other sign he was high, however – no pot smell, no squinted eyes, no apparent munchies or fits of giggles...
When we got out of the classroom, though, I started to notice that a lot of kids were hidden in the trees, or on blankets out of the way, or huddled on the curb in small circles. The smell of pot was strong, and the sounds of laughter and Bob Marley were a quiet buzzing in the background.
The next classes and breaks were pretty much the same. The only difference was lunch. The cafeteria was even more crowded than usual, and the lunch ladies were clearly off-their-feet busy. Jessica and Mike sat the corner of the cafeteria, red eyed and apparently famished. They hardly spoke, too absorbed in their pizza and cookies.
The day continued on in this same hazy, calmly pleasant manner...
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Edward and I were just walking through the door of the Cullen house, when Alice came bounding down the stairs, squealing with excitement. "Oh my GOD, Bella, just wait until you get nice and stoned! You'll be as entertaining as a TV, my little human friend!" Apparently Alice wasn't stoned, judging by her mad energy burst.
All the Cullens seemed to have drifted into the room; I hardly noticed them walk in. I was shocked that Carlisle and Esme were here. When Edward had said 'my family', I had automatically assumed that Carlisle and Esme, as the parents, were excluded. Apparently I'm marrying into a stoner household.
Rosalie suddenly muttered, "Fuck this," and grabbed my wrist, dragging me into the living room. Lying on the coffee table were at least 20 thin joints, and a bong. Bags of weed were all over the table. There was a brand new (or thoroughly cleaned) ashtray already on the table, too, just waiting for the roaches that would produce.
Rosalie gently but firmly shoved me into one of the couch seats, handed me a joint, and said, "Smoke," in a commanding way. I looked at the joint. I wondered how I was supposed to smoke it. "I ... don't ... have a lighter?" Edward chuckled and handed me a Bic.
Another problem presented itself, though. How do I hold it? I've seen how people hold cigarettes, and that seemed suitable. I placed the joint between my lips, lit it, and puffed in the sweet smoke. I coughed until I thought I would die from lack of oxygen. Everyone chuckled, and Esme sweetly said, "Don't worry, dear. It happens to all of us the first time."
I continued to smoke the joint, holding it like a cigarette, as the Cullens watched. I started to feel that the joint was getting close to the filter, however. How do I hold on to it, to get the rest of the weed into my lungs? Edward, sensing what I was thinking, came over to me, and showed me how to pinch the corner of the roach so that I could still toke off of it.
After I had finished that joint, I put it out, and sat there for a few seconds. Without my even noticing, all of the Cullens were already smoking pot. Jasper and Alice were each smoking a joint, as well as Carlisle and Esme. I couldn't help but notice that the joints that Carlisle and Esme were smoking had no filter. Edward later explained to me that this was called 'hippying it', and that they felt it more 'traditional', if that was even an acceptable way of describing it.
Rosalie and Emmett were taking long, smooth hits off of the bong. The gurgling sound it made fascinated me, as well as how the smoke held in the chamber until it fell into their waiting lungs. The amount of smoke Emmett could billow out of his lungs that day still amazes me. Rosalie took large hits, too, but they looked like little girl hiccups in comparison to Emmett's.
Edward was beside me, chuckling to himself slightly, a joint between his fingers. I found it difficult to focus on him, when there were many more fascinating things to look at, but I forced myself to. "Edward, why the hell are you laughing?" I said between fits of my own giggles, as his laughter seemed completely contagious.
"Bella, do you realize how adorable you look when you're stoned? Your eyes make you look naive and innocent in your confusion, and yet amazed at the same time. You can't stop gazing around the room, and your giggling is making everything ten times more adorable." I didn't know if this should offend me or not.
Suddenly, I felt the hunger. It felt like I hadn't eaten for days. It felt like a brick was smashed into the pit of my stomach. It felt like my stomach was a deflated gape in my body. It was all I could focus on. I stared at my stomach, hating the rumbling feeling in the pit of it. I looked up at Edward with pleading eyes, and he instantly knew what I wanted. "Aww, Bells has the munchies!" Emmett cooed (which is quite difficult when your voice is as deep as you are large).
In the nick of time, thank god, Edward arrived with brownies, BBQ chips, pickles, Twinkies, and a 2 litre bottle of Pepsi. I jumped up off the couch, snatched the chips from Edward's hands, and ripped the bag open, jumping right in. All of the Cullens chuckled. "Thank god she didn't go for the brownies, if she's this stoned. Really, Edward? Hash brownies for a first timer, smoking pot with a group of vampires?" For some reason, I found this absolutely hysterical.
Edward turned on the TV, turned on some stand up comedy show, and helped me lay down on the couch. I laughed for what felt like minutes, but which was, in fact hours, as my sudden exhaustion made me realize. I fell asleep easily because of my massive burn out. The last thing I remember seeing is Edward, bong in hand, laughing with Jasper, with a thick haze of smoke around him.
