This fanfiction is written by echo
Honestly I don't really know how I got here. Like I remember entering Jade's house. There were glow in the dark paintings and naked women covering all the walls. I remember feeling really proud as a bunch of people clapped for me. I remember seeing Chaos, Amber and Nathaniel all standing in the doorway.
But how I got to this green room makes no sense to me.
Bright green warm lights hang from the ceiling, towering over huge 6ft marijuana plant. I smile as I walk around the room, running my fingers over the thick sticky buds. I hear a throat clear behind me.
"WAH-" I make contact with Jade green eyes. A tall green haired guy stands in front of a wall, a bottle of spray paint in his hand. A gas mask covers his mouth, sheltering his lungs from the toxic paint fumes.
He silently looks at me. I silently look at him. "Hey." I start, me rubbing marijuana crystals in between my fingers.
"Hey." The green haired guy says back, black growing out at his roots. We continue to look at each other.
"These yours?" I ask motioning to the huge green plants. The guy nods.
"Very nice you did a good job." I smile. I see the guy smile beneath his mask but he says nothing.
After more silence my feet start to hurt. "I'm just gonna," I awkwardly motion to a corner of the room, "sit over here." I sit in the corner behind a huge marijuana plant.
I pull a sharpie out of my boot and start drawing on the floor. The green lights of the room fucking with me.
After 20 or so minute a shadow appears over me, making a hole in the green light. I look up, holding the beanie I found in the hallway so it won't fall off my head.
"Hey." I say to the green haired guy in front of me. He has a bong in his hands. He sets the bong down in front of me, a lighter as well. He turns and walks away, saying nothing.
I look to the bong in front of me, purple and orange glass swirls around, the green lights making it look black and green.
Okay. I can work with this. I hit the bong, letting the smooth purified smoke float into my lungs. The beanie falls off of my head. Fuck this, it's too much work.
I take a hair tie i got somehow and tie back all my hair, feeling like a weight's been lifted.
I lean into the wall and sink into myself, cradling the bong like a lost teddy bear. The guy seems to forget I'm here and I watch him spray paint a powerful blonde woman holding a machine gun, she looks eerily like Amber. I'm slightly off put by his attention to detail.
I clear the bowl.
Fuck. I can't just interrupt him to ask for more, no he's in the zone. Okay okay, let's assess the situation. I gingerly break off a small bud from the plant closest to me, rolling it between my fingers leaving a thin residue on them. Yeah this'll work nicely.
Time disintegrates, it feels like hours pass but who knows. I smoke my way into a half consciousness that I enjoy greatly. I feel like a prophet half in my world half in another. I'm in the middle of tucking buds in my assorted pockets and boots when I notice the aerosol paint hitting the walls has stopped. The air feels tense.
I look around the plant I'm behind, the boy stands frozen staring at none other than knocked up Amber. Nathaniel comes in completely destroying the fragile moment that was super intense just a second ago. He looks pissed and bitterly mumbles at Amber. I settle back into the wall and reload the bong, making a small nest for myself and taking in the scene.
Nathaniel bitches for a while but realizes a second after I do that the green haired boy is Amber's baby daddy. The infamous Jade.
Oh shit.
Jade and Nathaniel size each other up for a moment, an unspoken war between them. Let me tell you Jade is winning, taller, hotter, and more dangerous than Nathaniel will ever be, I hate to admit the whole affair is pretty hot. I have half a mind to shout at them to make out, but they'd just shoot me down. Pussies.
I take another hit of the bong and let the words float out with the smoke. "Gaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy."
They all look to me with more disapproval than the praise I deserve. I'm only speaking facts after all.
"Silver? What are you doing here?" Amber asks me, obviously annoyed I'm ruining her hallmark moment. Whatever, I don't owe her anything. I spread out on the floor and giggle rather than acknowledge her question. I get lost in my own world again only spacing back into reality when a small boy runs into the room.
Shock hits everyone's systems in sync as the small black haired boy runs into the room, Jade swooping him up and planting him on his hip. "This is my son Alexander. Say hi Xander." Jade smiles as Xander shyly hides his face in Jade's neck.
"Sorry," Jade says, "He's still a little shy."
Nathaniel and Ambers jaws have dropped. Like they look like everything they have ever known has been a lie. Instantly I stand up, feeling the need to do damage control. I walk over to Nathaniel, grabbing the back of his shirt, the bong still in hand.
"Come On!" I yell pulling Nathaniel out of the room. "We need to handle this rationally." Jade and Amber follow after, letting me completely handle the situation.
After a few minutes almost every person in the house is in a circle scattered around a bedroom. I sit king of the round table, holding my bong of power high, using a coffee table as my throne.
I let the voices die down, waiting for the perfect moment to break the ice. "Okay. Okay. Lets think about this logically." I start before hitting the bong and addressing my subordinates.
"One one hand!" I yell throwing a hand in Jade's direction, barely missing Xander's face. Sorry kid.
"We have Jade and his small son we had no prior knowledge about." Jade nods as he hits the joint letting what I say sink in.
"And on the other!" I yell with just as much passion, throwing my hand in Amber's direction. "We have Amber carrying his unborn child." Everyone watches Jade as we let the news soak in. Small murmurs bubble up out of the group of people.
"Thoughts?" I ask, causing the room to burst into absolute chaos.
"WAIT!" I shriek throwing my arms out, my voice shushing the room. "We'll use the talking stick. Jade first." I hand him the bong, replacing my now empty hand with a joint.
"You're pregnant?" Jade asks Amber, an unreadable look on his face. Amber goes to speak but I shush that bitch.
"You don't have the stick."
Amber looks irritated but takes the bong, taking a pussy ass hit. She talks softly to Jade, hiding behind her hair. Really? She picks now to stop being loud and obnoxious. No.
"Louder!"
I shout at her and hit the joint again, flicking my ashes in Nathaniel's direction. I guess that's the last straw for that cat obsessed little prick because he immediately shouts for everyone to get out. I sit solidly at the table prepared to put up a fight when I see Mae and Chaos carry out the bong, I mean I could stay in here. I could do it, but that means being in the same room as Amber without any drugs and that is not cool with me. I follow the river of people bouncing and floating out of the room as they all disperse into their predetermined puddles. When all is settled I find myself sitting dead in the middle of Jade's kitchen island. I feel more like I'm hovering than sitting and I have to focus hard not to float away.
Chaos hands me a bottle of pills before hopping on her own little island, the small counter space next to Mae.
Mae, a queen in her own right, stands in front of the stove. She's probably cooking herself but from where I am all she has to do is flick her wrist and suddenly the food is cooking itself.
I fade back in to join their conversation.
"...Yeah I get killer munchies." Mae laughs and flips whatever's in the pan. "Hey what are those?" She motions to the pill bottle in my hands.
Oh yeah.
"I'm not really sure." I flip the bottle in my hands a few times then spill its contents onto the counter. Chaos hands me a glass of clear liquid. I pop two of the pills into my mouth and wash them down with it.
I take another sip of the clear liquid, stopping once the liquid is in my mouth. I stand there, using my tongue to analyse the flavor of it. Chaos raises an eyebrow as I walk to the sink, opening my mouth and letting the liquid fall down the drain.
"What. the. Fuck. was that?" I ask wiping my mouth of the liquid.
"It's water." Chaos says quietly, as if she did something wrong.
"Wait. You can drink water? I thought you just bathed and swam in it" I say, never actually having drank a glass of water.
Chaos looks at me for a second as if I've lost my mind before she bursts out laughing. "You're one of a kind." She smiles, making me feel fully accepted.
I take the glass and sip the water again. Repeating the spitting process. "Nope. I don't like it." I say setting down the cup. Chaos continues to laugh, almost falling off of her island. I open the fridge and crack open a beer, using the bubbly flavor to wash down the water.
I hop onto the counter next to Chaos, sharing my beer with her. I rest my head on her shoulder, closing my eyes. Beautiful smells float through the air as Mae cooks. I let myself drift off, bleeding into who Chaos is as person. Wanting to become just innocent as she is.
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