I meant to have Firkle have a conversation with Pete in that last chapter and then I totally forgot to add it. Oops. Anyway, here's this chapter which I totally know what's going to happen. (I don't.)

Chapter 5 – Weed

The little prick tried to run his hands under my shirt which got him booted from my house again. I don't know if I really made this clear, but I don't like people touching me. Sometimes I don't even like it when my friends touch me.

After I kicked out Ike, I laid on my bed wondering what to do with the rest of my night. Usually I would write poetry in my notebook, but I hadn't been inspired in quite a while. My phone suddenly buzzed on the nightstand with a text. I reached over and picked it up and was a little surprised to see a text from Pete.

PETE: Hey, can I come over?

I opened my phone to text him back.

FIRKLE: Sure. Text me when you get here and I'll let you in.

PETE: Thanks.

Because Pete owned his own car it didn't take long for him to drive to my house from the college. He texted me when he was downstairs and I went down to let him in. I didn't trust my family to handle my friends. Beyond greeting each other at the door, neither of us spoke until we got to my room.

"So, what made you want to hang out all of a sudden?" I asked, sitting down on my bed (there was really no where else to sit in my room.)

"Eh, Henrietta came over to our dorm room and she and Michael started getting horny for each other, so I wanted to bail before the fucking started," Pete explained, looking around my room. It had been a while since he had last been here.

"That's a good reason," I said, nodding, "Sorry I don't have much to offer. My parents don't give me any money so I can't supply your wild college life."

"That's all right," Pete replied, grinning, and holding up a plastic bag, "I brought my own." My eyes widened.

"What is that?" I asked.

Pete's grin widened. "It's weed," he told me, "Don't ask me who I got it from. I just thought after a stressful week you could use something more powerful than regular cigarettes to take the edge off. And honestly, I could use it myself."

I would ask why, but I had known Pete long enough to know by now that if he wanted to share something he would. Asking him wouldn't get me anywhere.

"So, you up for smoking this, or what?" he asked, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Yeah, why the hell not?" I said with a shrug, "It's not like my parents would care if I got stoned or not."

Pete nodded in agreement and sat down on the bed with me. He pulled up his backpack which I had just realized he had brought with him and brought out some stuff to start preparing the weed. The expert way he mashed the leaves and rolled up a joint made me think that this wasn't his first time smoking pot.

He handed me the first joint before starting on a second one. I pulled out my lighter and lit it up before taking a drag. Instantly I felt myself filled with a sense of calm I had never felt before. I let out a breath full of smoke with a sigh.

"This is some good stuff," I said as Pete also started lighting up.

"Yeah, I've done this before," he admitted, "It helps me relax when I get really stressed." I looked at him.

"Have you been getting stressed often?" I asked. Pete pursed his lips.

"Well, maybe a little," he confessed, "Actually, there are times when I can't stand to be around Michael and Henrietta, especially recently." I cocked my head at him in confusion.

"Why not?" I wondered. Pete sighed.

"I may have a crush on Henrietta," he muttered, "And a while ago I was planning on asking her out. I'm not entirely sure, but I think Michael found out and asked her out before I could."

I had no idea what to say. I would never expect Michael to do something like that. I opened my mouth to console Pete, but I didn't even know how. Comforting people was not something I was very good at. Or did very often. Or at all.

"Sorry, Pete," I murmured, taking another drag. I felt myself starting to relax even more, but I was still concerned about my friend.

"It's all right," he said, "I try not to resent Michael too much. I mean, I don't actually have any proof that he knew about my feelings for Henrietta. And it would get awkward if I hated my roommate and one of my best friends."

"That is true," I agreed, starting to relax so much that I fell over onto my back. Pete joined me, laying down beside me.

"Did I ever tell you that I'm bisexual?" he asked out of the blue. I inhaled sharply, chocking on a lungful of smoke.

"No, you haven't," I said after I recovered.

"Heh, yeah, I haven't really told anyone actually," Pete said, "Not even Michael or Henrietta. I prefer girls, but I realized I also like guys."

"Whoa," I muttered, the weed making my brain slightly slow, "Bet you didn't know I'm asexual." Pete chuckled.

"Actually I did know that, Firkle," he replied, "You told us that as soon as you hit puberty."

"Oh," I murmured. I thought for a moment. "So, are there any guys you think are hot?"

"Well, for the brief time he was goth I thought Stan was pretty hot," Pete answered, "I think he's what caused me to realize I'm bi. But as soon as he went back to normal I didn't care anymore."

I couldn't help but giggle at that. "Tell me more!" I demanded.

"Ok, well apparently that fucking vamp, Mike, thinks that because I'm bi it gives him the right to hit on me," he growled.

"Oh shit, I didn't know Mike went to the community college with you guys!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, the douche bag follows me around, hitting on me and trying to ask me out," Pete sighed, "It's been really annoying. It's like he thinks that if he bugs me long enough I'll eventually give in and say yes. Like that will ever happen."

I giggled while taking another hit of weed. "That sucks, man," I laughed, "I'm glad I'm not you! Then I would have to deal with vampires and that hair!"

"Geez, you are so high right now," Pete noted, smiling.

"I am so fucking high right now," I agreed. I couldn't help but notice Pete scooch a bit closer to me. He sat up and leaned on his elbow.

"There are some other guys I think are hot," he told me, "I always thought you were pretty attractive, for instance."

I think I felt myself blush at his words. "R-Really?" I asked. Pete nodded.

"I know you're asexual, but sometimes I've thought about kissing you," he confessed, "Not in like a romantic way or anything. Just to see what it's like, really. I've never gotten to kiss a guy before. And I thought maybe kissing a friend would be better because they wouldn't make it weird."

"We can kiss!" I stated, perhaps a bit more enthusiastically than I meant to be, "We wouldn't make it weird at all!"

Pete smirked a little and thought it over. Then he looked at me. "All right, let's do it," he said. He moved over and pressed lightly against my side before leaning over me. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him down, our lips lightly touching for a brief taste test before pressing them more firmly together.

Maybe it was the weed making everything feel better, but kissing Pete felt fucking fantastic. We had our arms firmly wrapped around each other as we kissed each other hard and deep. I tangled a hand in Pete's hair as he carefully and sensually massaged his lips against mine. I couldn't help but sigh into his mouth. He was an excellent kisser.

I dared to open my mouth and shuddered with pleasure as he slipped his tongue past my lips and into my mouth. We both moaned at the same time. I didn't know kissing someone could actually feel good! Pete wasn't completely on top of me, which was good, considering how much taller he was than me. I wouldn't say any of this was really turning me on, but I was rather enjoying myself, and judging by the way Pete attacked my mouth, I'd say he was as well.

Our kissing was very lazy as we didn't want to go nuts and suddenly start ripping each other's clothes off or something. We had our tongues playfully fighting for dominance between our lips. Pete's tongue stud rubbed against my own tongue, making my entire body tingle with a weird sort of pleasure. The fact that I could taste the weed on his breath was giving me an even greater high than before. I had a strange sensation of just wanting to kiss him all night. I imagined it would wear off eventually, but at the moment I couldn't care less.

Not once during our make out session did our lips leave each other. I started running one hand up Pete's back, and I felt him tremble. He hummed into my mouth so I took it he liked it, so I kept doing it. Our arms slowly tightened around each other the longer we kissed.

"Mmm… Firkle," Pete mumbled against my mouth, "You are a really fucking good kisser. I could lie here and kiss you all night."

"Same here," I hummed, "And I'm not even into kissing. Fuck, Pete. You are really good at this." Admittedly it was a little hard to talk with our tongues down each other's throats, but we could basically understand each other.

I was immensely disappointed when Pete suddenly pulled away and sat up, looking over at my clock. He frowned.

"Sorry Firkle," he said, "As much as I would love to stay here suck face with you all night, I have to go. I forgot I have a test in the morning."

With a sigh I sat up and Pete did the same. He started packing up his weed and other stuff, but before he could stand up, I quickly stopped him.

"Wait Pete! Maybe we could do this again sometime," I suggested, "You know, hang out, just the two of us and do whatever."

Pete smiled gently. "Yeah, I would like that," he admitted, "This was nice. I liked spending time with you. Sometimes Michael and Henrietta can be a bit much, you know?"

"Heh, yeah," I replied, even though I personally relished any time I got to spend with any of my friends. But I wasn't going to tell Pete that. That would make me sound clingy and conformist.

Pete bid me good-night before shouldering his backpack and leaving. I watched him go before flopping back onto my bed. I was looking forward to the next time Pete and I got together.

I'm going to end the chapter there, because anything else would make it filler. It's a little short, but oh well. Ike will be back next chapter, but until then, tell me what you thought about this weird ass thing! And it ain't over between Pete and Firkle. Not for a long while.