I went to my grandma's funeral... I miss her a lot
I'm happy to be back home and writing tho, I'm working on some big stuff! enjoy
Collins burst through his front door and threw his jacket on the couch, his parents exchanged a look.
"I'm in love!" He shouted. "I'm in love, and I don't care who knows it."
His mother smiled, "How was the concert?"
"Oh, Ma you're never going to believe what happened! The singer Angel, I met her, she took me backstage and we hung out! She's so amazing and we are going out on a date tomorrow!"
"Are you kidding?" she asked trying to contain her joy. "Tommy, if this is a prank…"She warned.
"It's not I swear! We're going to a charity event it's supposed to be very posh. Lots of celebrities, red carpet, you know the drill."
"Wow! That's so amazing, Ed congratulate your son."
His father stood up and shook his hand holding back his smile, "Proud of you slugger. How'd you do it? You give her the old Collins man charm? And what in Gods name are you wearing?"
Collins looked down at the very girly shirt Angel gave him, his still damp pants clung to him making them look tighter.
"Oh, well these are my pants and this is a shirt."
"Smart ass," His mother giggled.
"I was standing in the rain freezing and soaking wet. That's how she noticed me brought me inside to dry off and get me into some dry clothes. This was all she had."
"Well, you should go upstairs and take a hot shower before you get sick," his mother warned him.
"Alright," he happily rolled his eyes and went to his room.
As he grabbed some clean clothes he started digging through his closet for his suit. It was way in the back and it smelled musty. He had actually only worn it twice once to a wedding and for Halloween last year, he was James Bond. He laid it out on the bed and quickly took his shower. He dried off, came back in and stared at the suit it still fit but it seemed too plain, not the kind of something you'd wear when you were going out with Angel Dumott Schunard.
That thought made him smile one more they were 'going out.' He let out a long sigh and grabbed the phone it was going to have to do. He dialed his friend Mark's number, it rang a few times before he finally picked up.
"Mark speaking!" he answered.
"Mark speaking!" Collins mocked.
"Hey! How was the show?" There was a noise in the background. "Roger's here too, he says hi."
He couldn't hold back he had to tell them, he didn't how many times he retold the story.
"You're never gonna believe it!" he said in a sing song voice.
"What?"
"Well she took me backstage, and we hung out, and talked, and….. She kissed me."
"How high are you?" Roger shouted.
"I'm not high it happened and I have a date with her tomorrow."
"You're lying," the two boys said.
"It's true!" Collins said he was getting worked up.
"Sure," he could almost hear Roger roll his eyes.
"I'll prove it, tomorrow you can come with me to pick her up at her hotel."
"Ooooh," Mark and Roger shouted into the phone still not believing him.
"I'll make sure she calls you while we're out!" he said and hung up.
Collins grumbled and tried on his suit, it still fit, barley he was too made to care. He hated being called a liar, he hated that his friends didn't believe him, but most of all he hated the way he looked in a suit. He quickly tore it off and started digging through his sock drawer. There was one thing he needed that would make him feel better and he found it quickly. A big smile spread across his face as he grabbed a tin Altoids container.
He opened it up and giggled, "Why can't I quit you?"
Inside was a tiny glass pipe and a dime baggie full of weed. His only vice. The only problem was he loved to chill and smoke with friends. Smoking alone was never as fun, no one to joke with or eat with, when you smoke alone you're just staring in space watching the time fly by. Hesitantly he walked over and dialed a number.
"Hello?" A girl answered the phone.
"Um hi, is Mimi there?" Collins asked.
"This is her," she said cheerfully.
Mimi was Roger's new girlfriend, kind of. Even though they weren't that close, Mimi was always down to chill or party. It might be a little awkward but it was better than being alone or with Mark and Roger.
"Hey it's Collins, wanna kick back?" he asked.
She immediately picked up on the code words and giggled, "Sure! I actually got this new stuff I wanted to try."
"Sounds cool!" Collins never denied stronger or new strains of pot.
"Awesome, I'll meet you at the park in fifteen minutes, bye!" She said quickly and hung up.
Collins sighed a little relieved, she was really sweet but not his type. Too wild. He quickly got dressed and crept out into the hall double checking that the old mint container was in his pocket. Unfortunately, his parents were in the living room, still.
"Hey, I'm going out," he hurried for the door.
"Out?" his mom repeated. "But you just got home?"
"I know, but it's just for a bit, be back soon. Love you," he shut the door behind him.
Once outside he felt a lot happier, as he walked his mind wandered back to Angel. Would she approve of him smoking? Would she join him? Probably not. He wanted to see her again, tomorrow couldn't come fast enough. He began wondering what she'll wear and how it'll show off her curves and match her personality. After a few more blocks of mindless walking and thinking he realized he passed the park completely.
"Fuck," He shouted and ran back.
Mimi sat on a bench in tompkins square park looking around anxiously. She noticed him as he jogged up to the park.
"Hey, I was beginning to think you forgot about me," she smiled.
"Sorry got lost in thought, passed the place."
"It's fine, let's have some fun!"
They sat under a nearby tree by some bushes, the ground was still damp from the rain but they didn't care much. It was dark so they weren't worried about cops bothering them. Collins started setting everything up, he broke up the nug with his fingers placing the pieces into the bowl of the pipe.
"So, uh… what did you bring?" Collins asked letting his curiosity get the better of him.
"Oh, right!" she dug into her boot, her normal drug hiding spot, and pulled out a baggie of white powder. "I bought this the other day. I'm too scared to try it alone."
"What the fuck?" Collins scolded her. "Mimi no, that stuff's bad news. Does Roger know?"
"No, I-I just I'm sorry," she looked down at her hands.
"It's fine just here, you get the first hit."
She mouthed a thank you and began smoking. They passed it back and forth talking, cough and laughing in between.
"So why'd you call me?" Mimi asked attempting to blow a smoke ring.
"Well, Mark's too chicken shit," Collins tried his hardest to talk clear and not laugh. "And that lover boy of yours is an ass."
"I could have told you that."
The two of them laughed until they were dizzy, their minds felt fuzzy light. Collins laid down and stared at the sky he couldn't see many stars but the night sky went on forever. Mimi laid next to him.
"I'm glad we're friends," she smiled. "Like, we can just hang out and chill. No sex, no hooking up, just chillin' like bros."
"Me too, besides there's two important reasons won't go after you: one, my best friend's girlfriend, and two, Angel's the only girl for me."
"Me too," she laughed like a hyena. "I'd turn for her."
"I'm serious, she's amazing!"
Mimi squeaked smiling from ear to ear, "oooooh, someone's in love! How was the concert?"
"Perfect, she's so amazing and hot! And we have a date."
"Wow!" she said in a true stoner voice. "Damn boy, go get 'em!"
"HA! I'm glad u believe ime," Collins stared at all the leaves on the tree above him.
To him, his heart was racing, his mind was at peace, and he understood everything. He was sweating slightly despite the cold and his vision was, or felt like he was seeing everything in super high definition. He loved it, everything about it. He checked his watch three times before he actually reading the time, it was after 11.
"Um….."he said loudly at Mimi, he had forgotten her name. "Uh, you. You, we need to get you home. It's fucking late."
His mind was completely gone and he didn't want to fight to get it back.
She sat up quickly and said in a shouted whisper, "Fuuuuck."
They walked down the street red eyed and smiling. They didn't care who knew of their current mental state. The two stopped at the fire escape to Mimi's apartment building.
"Don't fall, shit man" Collins laughed at her overly careful climbing.
"I'm fucking spiderman, bitch!" she whispered.
"SHHHH! YOU'RE GONNA WAKE UP THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD" Collins shouted.
Mimi laughed the rest of the way to her window and climbed in. Collins smiled, his mind was fuzzy and swimming, except for one sobering thought the coke Mimi had. THat's hard stuff she could go to jail for, or ruin her life with. It's too hard for such a sweet girl. He realized he had been frozen staring at the brick wall for the last five minutes.
He quickly made his way home, he checked his eyes and to see if he smelled like weed still. He did, and his eyes were blood red but his parents wouldn't confront him on it, they'd just try to get him to admit it. Which he wouldn't. He walked the door and crept in, thankfully the living room was dark. They were asleep. Collins walked to his bed and laid down. He couldn't care less of what his friends thought he could only think of Angel. He soon fell into a deep sleep.
Fuck... I don't know how to write short chapters anymore?