It was Nearly 8:45, I lay there wide awake. his eyes fluttered open. they stared into mine. his hand met the side of my face and I smiled. He shifted his head to look at the clock. I didn't go in for another hour. he slid to the edge of the bed pulled his clothes on. I noticed he was struggleing with his pants and a bit of shame washed over his face. I nelt behind him pulled his lips onto mine and glided my hand to his thighs gripping the jeans and pulling them above his waist. with one hand I held his side, with the other zipped and buttoned.

He grinned at me in the sweetest way.

"it be dat good kush bro." the whisper echoed in my head.

I grabbed his hand and lead him to the basement. I kissed his lips and pulled him beneath the plants. the smell was enticing.

"oooh nigga... this getting turnt." the voiced made me laugh a little.

Rick looked at me. "how is this not scaring you."

"we fought in Iraq together remember. the only time im scared is when your in danger."

a figure appeared next to them. he was tall good looking with a nice clean afro over his pretty caramel face.

"Hey yall, im Kenny." he grinned pulling out a blunt wrap. it was an owl. grape flavored.

he began to bust it gliding his thumb nail across the surface making a nice even incision. he dusted the tobacco to the side. he took two fingers and a thumb and spread a nice layer of kush into the wrap. he licked it rolled it and fired it up.

A small puff of smoke escaped from hi nose. he coughed and laughed harshly. then with a gentle hand he passed the long green object to me. I took it between my pointer and middle finger. I carefully pursed my lips around its tail, sucked in watching the sparks at the other end flutter and pull twords me. I took a deep breath turn my face to rick., pressed my lips against his and blew into his mouth.

he breathed in deeply allowing only a tiny cloud to escape through our noses. five minutes later the blunt was gone. we were trippin'.

"ey' you guys felt this carpet? this carpet feels so damn good." rick was laying flat on his back running his fingers into the carpet allowing it to brush against his palms.

"You white boys know how to party..." Kenny grinned widely. "the last gay boy I met was one of those broadway freaks... really funny. he had an obsession with music like you wouldn't believe... one day I got him high he said: 'if I had ever owned colored folk... ida been the best owner ever... id have made them do flashmobs and instead of beating them id ive them motivational lectures... id make the biggest woman sing lead to' he was fucked up"

I lay there looking at his transparent body. his eyes were red and his shirt said 'try me' I though the smirk on his face was hilarious and the next thing you know im laughing my ass off not even understanding why. I looked at my phone. 11:37.

"oh shit!"

Rick looked at me puzzled and continued to rub the carpet.

"im late for work!"