Prompt: Send me a (thought bubble emoji) for a drabble where my muse reveals something about either their past or some of their secrets.

Takes place roughly around Season 17.

"I'm so fucking bored!" Shelly bellowed.

She and her friends Kelly and Stacy were lounging around the Marsh's living room. She usually opted to go over to one of their houses, but her uncle had taken the turd and his friends out to play paintball and her parents were at a cocktail party, so she had the house to herself for once. She figured that she might as well exploit it.

They had binged several episodes of some stupid Canadian teen drama that Kelly had raved about, until the latest ridiculous plot point had caused Shelly to throw the remote control at the television in a fit of rage. They quickly turned the show off before she could cause any real damage.

"I still need to catch up on Supernatural," Kelly suggested.

"No, I'm sick of TV," Shelly groused. "Feel free to chime in at any time, Stacy!" Shelly's other friend had been unusually quiet.

"Well, I did bring something," Stacy replied hesitantly.

Shelly groaned. "Not that stupid Ouija board again! That is so sixth grade!"

"No…" Stacy pulled a small baggie out of her backpack.

Shelly's eyes widened as she recognized the substance in the baggie. "Weed? How the hell did you get that?"

"It was the weirdest thing. I was coming out of the locker room after gym today and this talking blue towel thing shows up and tells me that it's dangerous to go around with wet hair in this weather and to always use a towel after showering. Then he asked me if I wanted to get high and he gave this to me. I swear to God I'm not lying!"

Shelly rolled her eyes. "Calm down, Stacy. Shit like that happens in this stupid town all the time. We believe you."

"So… do you want to try it? I already Googled how to roll a joint."

Shelly and Kelly exchanged a look.

"Why not? There's nothing better to do."

Truth be told, Shelly was curious. She remembered how her dad went on and on about the wonders of marijuana during that brief period when he was trying to give himself cancer. If half the men in town were willing to hop around on their giant deformed testicles just to get a gram of the stuff, it must be worth it. Maybe it would be fun.

Shelly irritatedly watched her friends as they giggled incessantly at an episode of the Queef Sisters. They were still too high to notice that her mood had soured considerably.

She had a slight headache and cottonmouth, but other than that, she felt no difference. She wasn't stupidly laughing at everything the way her friends were. She didn't have the munchies. The weed hadn't given her the fleeting moment of happiness that she was so desperately looking for.

What the hell is so great about this stuff?! All it does is make people act like morons! And it fucking reeks! Am I missing something?

Shelly scowled at her friends. She would have never in a million years admitted it out loud, but she felt left out. It was an unpleasant feeling.

It was official: she hated marijuana. She hoped that she would never see so much as a seed of it ever again.