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"Thank you, come again!" The convenient store clerk exclaimed, giving T.K. his medium bag of Toritos. T.K. nodded his head and turned around to walk outside. Ripping his bag open, he grabbed a couple of chips and tossed them into his mouth.

"Mmmm, these things are going to be the death of me," T.K. joked, munching on the chips.

"Pass the joint, cuz."

T.K. looked up and around for the voice, but he found nothing. Shrugging, he continued the walk home.

"Alright, alright, fool,"

Another voice came from one of the alleyways. T.K. followed the voice and seen two young adults standing in the alleyway. One was holding something in his hands, and he was stocky. The other was looking at him expectantly, as he was wanting whatever it was in the stocky adult's fingers.

The stocky adult raised the object to his lips, and began to inhale it. The end of the object glowed a bright orange as the stocky adult's cheeks puffed out. The stocky adult took the object out of his lips, and slowly exhaled through his nose. Smoke rushed through as the stocky adult sighed in contentment. "Ah, yeah! That's that good shit right there!" The stocky adult exclaimed.

The lanky adult rolled his eyes, "Will you please...pass the joint?!"

"Oh, snap! They're smoking weed! If I can just..." T.K. trailed off, creeping backwards.

THUD!

While T.K. was silently cursing the ill placed trash can, the two dopeheads noticed him. "Oh, look. A squirt. What ya gonna do? Snitch to our boss?" The lanky one started.

T.K. rolled his eyes, "Believe me, cuz. If I were to snitch on you and your friend, then I would have as soon as would have seen the two of you boobs."

"Say that again," The lanky adult threatened, taking a step towards T.K.

The stocky adult put a hand on the lanky adult, "Whoa, dude, chill. You really gon beat up a kid? Besides, he's said that he not going to snitch. Say, kid, wanna hit?"

"Naw, bruh. I don't smoke," T.K. informed.

"Hmph, the pipsqueak doesn't have it in 'em," The lanky teen snarked.

T.K. rolled his eyes, "Shut it, string bean. I just don't smoke anything."

"Come on, kid. This is probably the most harmless drug you'll come across. The only bad things are that you'll be more hungry, a longer reaction time, red eyes, and your mouth will be dryer," The stocky adult listed.

"Well, since you put it like that...Ok, let's go!," T.K. exclaimed, extending his hand.

The stocky adult placed the joint onto T.K.'s hand. Taking a deep breath, T.K. held the joint to his lips and inhaled.

"Slow down, youngin. You don't want to-"

COUGH! COUGH!

T.K. was sent into a coughing fit as he inhaled into the wrong hole. The stocky adult patted his back repeatedly.

"Lightweight," The lanky teen remarked.

THWACK!

The lanky adult hunched over in pain after T.K. punched him in the stomach, "Don't call me a friggin' lightweight! Now, I'm not feeling anything, bruh. Are you sure that this stuff works?"

"You just have take more puffs, lil cuz," The stocky adult assured.

A few puffs later, T.K.'s mind was in orbit. He felt that he could just ride his skateboard, coffin style without any worries. He felt like skywalking on the Moon. "Broooooo..., I can see...the Earth...rotating!" T.K. stated.

The stocky adult slowly nodded, "Yeaaahhh, but...can the Earth see us...rotating?"

T.K. put his hand to his chin, "I...I don't know, bruh. I don't...know."

BUZZ!

"Dude, ...what was that?...Was that a bee?" T.K. asked.

The stocky adult shook his head, "No, dude. ...That's your phone."

"...Ohhhhhhhhh," T.K. droned, taking out his phone and reading a message from Lori.

Uh, T.K. where are you? You were supposed be home literally a hour ago! :(

"Oh...snap! I gotta...go!" T.K. exclaimed, preparing to run.

The stocky adult grabbed his shoulder, "Wait...little dude! Take...this!" He gave T.K. a small bag of marijuana. T.K. put the bag in his pocket and ran home; although, he made some wrong turns, caused a traffic jam by falling asleep in the middle of the road, and unknowingly harassed a couple on their date.

T.K. opened the door to Lana and Lola playing on the floor. "Hi, T.K.!" They both greeted.

T.K.'s eyes widened as he looked on at the two. He never seen such crazy things; there were two of the same child in front of him! The marvels of biology! "Whaaaaaa...?" T.K. droned.

"Uh, big bro? Are you feelin' ok?" Lana asked.

"Yeah, you don't look too hot," Lola added, getting up and walking towards T.K.

"...Yeah. I'm ok,...small mirror child. I'm feeling...pretty good," T.K. assured.

He gave the two a calming smile and jogged to the basement door. He was about to open it until...

"Stop!"

He looked back to Lori, who was standing behind him, and she was wearing an unamused look on her face.

"Oh,...hey...you," T.K. greeted, unsure of the strange, but beautiful woman in front of him.

Lori rolled her eyes, "Don't 'hey' me, twerp. Where were you? You said that you were going to the store and then straight back here."

T.K. didn't answer right away because he was too mesmerized by Lori's beauty. How do you speak to someone with the beauty to rival Aphrodite? Meanwhile, Lori was just checking up on him, and she was now losing patience.

"Well!?" Lori shouted.

It was now or never. T.K. needed to let her know how he feels about her. There's only one way to express your feelings.

"Boop!" T.K. shouted, giving Lori a firm touch on the nose.

"Eep!" Lori squeaked, covering her nose.

"That's how I feel about you, pretty lady. Ah, huh, huh, huh," T.K. chuckled. He turned to the basement door and opened it. Lori was confused from the recent events, and she was now suspicious of T.K.

"What..just..happened?" Lori inquired herself.

Later at dinner, Mr. Loud made lasagna and breadsticks. T.K. loves some lasagna, especially if it's homemade. This could only spell some trouble since he was high.

"So, did anyone did anything wonderful today?" Mr. Loud asked.

Lynn raised her hand, "I made a half court shot during P.E."

"Awesome, sweetie!" Mr. Loud praised.

"My dress that I made in Home Ec was totes beautiful. My teacher compared it to the beauty of child birth. Whatever that means," Leni stated.

"Ooook, inappropriate but artistic as always, dear. T.K., did anything happened to you today?" Mrs. Loud pried.

T.K. was too busy wolfing down his lasagna and didn't hear what she said. He reached for his third plate until Mr. Loud cleared his throat. "T.K., if I didn't know any better, I could tell that you must really be...hungry! I didn't know you that you loved lasagna!" Mr. Loud stated.

T.K. slowly nodded his head, "Uhhhh, yeah! ...Let's go with that!"

Luna tapped his shoulder, "Uh, dude. Mum asked you a question."

"...Hm?" T.K. responded.

"Our mom asked you a question, dude," Luna repeated.

"...Oh. ...What we were talking about?" T.K. asked.

"I was asking how was your day, dear?" Mrs. Loud reminded.

T.K.'s eyes widened, "...Ohhhhh. ...It was good because...I had a big bag of Toritos. ...It felt good, man."

"Oh, Toritos! I totes love their nacho cheese flavor," Leni piped.

T.K. gasped, "...I do too, man! ...What a world, shades. ...By the way, ...your hair is so...shiny!"

"Aw, thanks, Tee Kee! It's the new conditioner that I brought last week," Leni expressed, winking at T.K.

As the two conversed, Lori grabbed Luan's attention, "Is it me, or T.K. is acting a lot like Leni, mentally?"

"It could be that they hang around each other the most. Besides, these two have a lot of hot air to let out! Get it?" Luan piped.

Lori moved her hand left to right, "Eh, hit or miss. Now, something's up with Skater boy, and I'm going to find out what!"

Later that night, T.K. was finally back to normal. He felt...dirty from being high for the past four hours. He just now just wants to get rid of the bag that contained the devil's plant within.

"It felt good to experience that for the first time, but I don't think that I can spend my money or time being hungry, thirsty, and spaced out at the same time. The last part is supposed to be Leni's job. Alright, let's get rid of this, which means that I can't go back to that store. That sucks because unlike Flips, they have the good stuff for cheap prices," T.K. explained to fourth wall as he opened the bag of marijuana and poured it into the toilet.

After the job, he flushed the toilet. He walked out of the bathroom, but unbeknownst to him, Lucy seen the entire thing from the vents.

"He...he was under the influence of marijuana? I need to tell Lori," Lucy whispered, crawling away from the crime scene.

The next day, T.K. came home from school to find that no one is in the living room. "Hm, it's like a ghost town up in here. That's not good," T.K. realized, placing his bag down. He checked his room, Lincoln's room, and the girls' rooms except Lori's and Leni's, but he didn't find any of the kids. Thinking that everyone's gone, he proceeded to the stairs until the door to Lori's and Leni's room opened.

Lincoln walked out and spotted T.K. "Guys, he's here!" Lincoln called to the girls inside of the room. He turned to T.K., "T.K., we need to talk to you."

"Uh, okay," T.K. responded, walking to the doorway.

He looked inside to see that the girls had worried looks on their faces. Leni had the most distraught look of them all, which made T.K. felt guilty. "Now, T.K., Lucy here had seen you flush a bag of weed down the toilet. Is that true?" Lori pried.

T.K. was silent after being asked the dark question. Do he lie to them to cover his tracks, or does he take his punishment like a man? He looked down to the ground as he thought real carefully on what to say to plea his case. "How did they know? Wait, Lincoln said that the vent had a opening to the bathroom, and Lucy tends to go up there to write. She must have seen me flush 'em down the toilet. Well, let's get this over with," T.K. thought as he took a deep breath.

"Tee Kee, ...please answer the question," Leni ordered as her voice was betraying her emotions.

T.K. slowly nodded as the girls and Lincoln gasped.

Luna stepped forward, "But why, dude?"

"I swear I just wanted to see what it would feel like," T.K. answered.

"What it would feel like? T.K., whoever you got it from could possibly put something deadly in there as well," Lynn predicted.

T.K. shifted his eyes away, "I know."

"Oh yeah. If you knew, then you wouldn't take the bag. Let alone smoking weed in the first place!" Lori exclaimed.

"I get it, alright! I shouldn't have smoke that blunt! I-I-I'm sorry!" T.K. apologized, pulling his headband over his eyes as he cried softly.

The others looked on as T.K. wept to himself. Leni stepped forward to T.K. and tapped him on the shoulder.

T.K. pulled his headband up and looked up at her, "W-what, are you gonna yell at me too?"

Leni answered with a big hug as tears streamed down her face as well. "Tee Kee, p-please...don't do that again!" Leni cried, squeezing T.K.

Luan stepped towards the hug with her own share: then Luna, Lincoln, Lola, Lana, Lucy, Lisa, Lynn, and Lori as well. Spiritually, the hug alone gave T.K. the message that he was forgiven.

"So...is y'all going to tell your mom and dad?" T.K. asked, fearing of what would happen now.

"Well, since you learn your lesson, and you didn't leave on a stretcher, I think...no. You're off the hook because watching you cry is punishment enough," Lori answered.

"Ok, dudes. What just happened here today doesn't leave this room, alright?" Luna instructed.

"Got it!" Lynn responded.

"You can count on me!" Lincoln added.

"You're aren't hearing a peep from me," Luan added.

All of them looked at Lola.

"What?" Lola asked.

"Lola, you are possibly the worst offender when it comes to keeping a secret; however, I trust that you won't squeal, ok?" T.K. informed, pulling Lola into a hug.

Lola returned the hug, "Ok, T.K."

Author's Note: The feels man! Not gonna lie, I almost cried while writing the last part. Y'all know what to do: Review, favorite, follow, and request. See you on A Tattler's Tale.

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