Hey guys! Sorry about the late update! I took some time off for Christmas since it was crazy hectic and started a new job this week so I forgot to upload this week. Anyways, to make up for it I'll post 2 chapters.
WARNING: For a change, this warning isn't for sexual themes! It's for substance use. A substance that is legal for recreational use in my country but not in all. Honestly, this chapter isn't at all important to the plot so if you aren't into it you could skip it and not miss anything. Basically just thought it'd be fun. Kind of a little one-shot within the story.
- Green Out -
Freddie groans in pain as he tosses himself around on the couch trying to force himself into taking a nap. He could feel a sharp sting coming from every one of his wounds. The doctor said he was healing well and had even replaced his arm cast with a soft brace instead but the doctor had also warned that this stage in the healing process would probably be very uncomfortable.
"Are you sure you don't want your pain killers?" Sam asks him as she watches him wincing from the kitchen.
"No, the prescription ones make me so nauseous and Tylenol doesn't help anything." He tells her.
"Well… I know something else you could try." Sam says.
"What?" Freddie asks between groaning.
Sam smirks to herself then goes to her room, opening one of her nightstand drawers she pulls out a small plastic bag and returns to the living room, holding up the bag and its contents for Freddie to see.
"What's that, lumpy oregano?"
Sam laughs at Freddie and his naivety. "No dummy its weed."
Freddie's eyes widen in shock as he shifts his gaze from the bag to Sam's face.
Sam shrugs, "You want to get rid of your pain or what?"
Freddie sighs and props himself up on the couch into a seated position, "Alright, whatever."
Sam smiles and tosses the bag on the coffee table and grabs the rest of the supplies she needs to make a joint from her room. She sits on the couch beside Freddie and proceeds to roll a joint. When she's done, Freddie follows her outside and they sit on the lawn chairs as Sam lights the joint for them. She smokes from it first and then hands it to Freddie who looks at it very nervously and apprehensively before taking it from her. He puts his mouth around it and inhales the harsh tasting smoke. The smoke burns the back of his throat and he starts to cough loud and hard. Unphased by his coughing, Sam hands him a water bottle that he chugs for several seconds before finally taking a deep breath of clean air back into his lungs. But his throat still burns as the air hits it and he coughs again. Even though Freddie hates the burning on his throat, Sam convinces him that he has to inhale the smoke a few more times or else nothing will happen and he will still be in pain.
"Guess I'll have to buy you edibles." Sam jokes to herself as Freddie gulps down water after his 3rd drag of the joint. She knew that Freddie was too busy with his throat to listen to her and probably didn't even know what an edible was.
They go back inside and sit on the couch.
"So now what?" Freddie asks, "I don't feel any different."
Sam laughs at him a little, "Give it a minute, Benson."
- 10 Minutes Later-
"Saaam my throat still hurts" Freddie whines.
"You want some milk?" Sam suggests, thinking it will help more than water.
"Yes," Freddie replies.
Sam gets up and goes to the kitchen to get Freddie some milk. She returns with the bottom of a sandwich container filled with milk and hands it to him.
"What is this?! I'm not a cat!" Freddie exclaims as he takes the container.
"I couldn't find any glasses, quit whining," Sam says as she heads back to the kitchen to find them snacks.
Freddie shrugs and starts to sip the milk from the Tupperware container.
Sam returns with a bowl of Goldfish and Cheese Whiz as if she had made some sort of weird cereal out of it. She hands Freddie a spoon and digs in with her own spoon, moaning in delight at the strong taste of artificial cheese that her foggy mind loved. If Freddie weren't high then surely, he wouldn't have gone anywhere near Sam's crazy snack but he was craving food even though he didn't remember being hungry at all 10 minutes ago. And Sam's snack actually looked good to him right now.
He took a bite. Then another. And another.
"You know what would make this even better?" Freddie asks Sam.
"What?"
"String cheese"
"Oh my god, we have some! We give them to the kids we babysit sometimes!" Sam exclaims happily as she gets up from the couch and grabs a handful of string cheese to take back to the couch.
Freddie and Sam both open one and start to pull the rubbery cheese apart. Freddie was fascinated by the inside of his string cheese. Each peel revealed another layer of individual strands. There were strands within strands. The possibilities seemed endless. He popped a magical strand of cheese into his mouth and took another bite of Goldfish cereal while wondering why he had never noticed how amazing all of these foods were.
"Hey what do you call cheese that is sad?" Sam asks. Freddie looks over at her to see that she's reading the wrapper of the string cheese. Freddie had completely forgotten they had jokes on them.
"Blue cheese" She finishes. They both burst out laughing.
Freddie picks up his own package, "What do you call cheese that isn't yours?"
Sam looks at him to signal that she's waiting for the answer, "Nacho Cheese!"
They both burst into laughter again and laugh so hard that they're stomachs start to hurt. They each open one more package so that they can read the jokes.
Freddie starts, "When should you keep an eye on your cheese…. When it's up to no Gouda!"
They both laugh and when Sam regains her ability to speak she reads her package, "What cheese surrounds a castle?... Moatzeralla!"
"Hey, you want to watch a movie?" Freddie asks Sam.
"Sure let's see what there is on MixFlix."
"Ou! They have that new Ellice in Summerland Movie, …Through the Looking Glass or whatever it's called!" Freddie exclaims happily. Sam shrugs and turns it on for him before closing the curtains and turning off the lights to make the room dark in preparation for the movie.
Freddie's body feels very heavy. As if moving one limb would require every ounce of his strength. Before he knows it him and Sam are drifting asleep, cuddled up against each other.
When Freddie wakes up, he sees giant mushrooms rising and falling as a girl in a blue dress jumps onto one of them. Once she jumps, she becomes huge and the mushrooms now appear tiny, barely large enough to fit her, her arms folding over the edges. Underneath the mushrooms is a shiny fog that seems to glisten with every colour of the rainbow. Giant red frogs with black speckles are hopping viciously towards the blonde headed girl in the blue dress. She cries out as the mushroom starts to shoot up into the sky and one of the terrifying frogs is making its way closer and closer to her by hopping up the mushroom steam.
Freddie screams at the sight and starts shaking Sam so hard she falls off the couch and onto the ground with a thud, "OWE!" She exclaims.
"SAM SAM! THE POISONOUS FROG IS GOING TO GET YOU HOLD ONTO YOUR MUSHROOM!"
"HUH?!" Sam cries as she squirms away from nothing in particular on the floor, bringing her arms and legs in close to her body and making herself into a ball as she rocked on the ground nervously searching for frogs.
"SAM!" Freddie yells as he lifts himself onto his knees on the couch, watching the tv screen with laser focus, he feels around blindly for Sam's head, refusing to take his eyes off the tv until he found her.
His hands fumble their way into her hair and start to messily grope and tangle it, then he brings his hands to her face, feeling around to identify her facial features.
"Dude!" Sam snaps.
"Sam, what are you doing down there?! It's dangerous!" Freddie exclaims as he does a terrible job of trying to pull her back onto the couch by her shoulders.
"There's frogs!"
Sam sighs and gets up off the floor, turning the lights back on so that Freddie can remember that it's only a tv screen.
"Oh…." Freddie says quietly as he sits back down.
"Hey, guys we're home from school!" Catcalls happily as she opens the front door and helps Robbie inside. Cat is wearing a bright red sundress with black polka-dots.
Freddie jumps and screams, mistaking Cat for a frog and grabbing Sam by the shoulders for protection. He points his fingers accusingly, "There's one of the frogs!"
"Frog?!" Cat exclaims, clearly insulted as she retreats towards Robbie and he puts his hand around her waist to comfort her.
Sam smacks her face with the palm of her hand.
Fun Fact: this chapter is very strongly based on my first experience smoking weed.