Breaking the Habit:
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|Chapter Two|
It was the middle of summer five years ago, the summer before Shaggy started high school. Summer for upcoming freshmen is hard since they go through new changes, the summer that changes a teen before they start high school. A summer of finding who you basically are. Shaggy was in this situation, he was trying to find himself, he was trying out new things.
It had been raining all week in the middle of June. Who thought that it would rain a lot in the summer, the season where you hang out or go out for a swim? For Shaggy, sure he was a very lazy person, but he hated not having anything to do. But Shaggy loved an adventure as always.
This adventure was the cause of his addiction.
Shaggy called up his long time friend, Greg, who was known to be a troublemaker and going to juvenile for four times in a row. Shaggy didn't care that his friend had been such a rebel all throughout middle school, even though it surprised Shaggy that Greg, who was a straight A's student and a goody two shoes turned all bad at the start of sixth grade.
"Hey man, wanna come over to my basement and chill?" asked Shaggy, holding his phone to his ear leaning his back against his headboard. Shaggy was bored out of his mind, there was literally nothing to do in his basement and his parents weren't around the house at the time.
"Finally someone calls me, fucking bored out of my mind man." said Greg.
Shaggy chuckled and then said, "Try to bring some fun shit man."
"Yeah alright, well I'll see ya like in a bit." replied Greg.
"Alright." said Shaggy, ending the phone call.
Shaggy got up from his bed, walking over to his basement door. Shaggy opened the door and grinned to see Greg standing there. Greg was wet from head to toe, his purple flannel shirt wet from the drizzling rain and his old converses covered in mud.
"Sup man?" Shaggy moving aside to let Greg walk inside.
"Mind if I take off my shoes?" asked Greg.
"Yeah sure." said Shaggy walking over to his bed, he let himself drop on the bed causing the bed to creak loudly. Greg took off his shoes, along with his flannel shirt leaving him with only his white muscle shirt that had a logo of a happy face. Shaggy let out a sigh, speaking up he asked, "So, what do you wanna do?"
"Um, not sure. Got any movies?" asked Greg moving his long brown bangs back from his eyes with his fingers. "Well, I got some scary movies." replied Shaggy. "Sure, let's watch those...as long as one of them got a lesbian scene in 'em."
Shaggy laughed, "Like, if my mom caught me having any of those movies, she'd kill me." Greg shrugged and smiled, he walked over to Shaggy's T.V. where there was a small shelf filled with a few movies and CD's. "You're parent's raised you a prude." said Greg jokingly.
"Hah, shut up dude." said Shaggy throwing a small pillow towards Greg.
"Friday the 13th?" asked Greg dodging the flying pillow, Shaggy considered it but shrugged. "Thank god, that movie is so fucking lame." replied Greg. Greg kept on searching for a movie when he spot the movie Evil Dead the classic one. "Yep, we are watching this totally." said Greg, taking out the disc and putting it in the CD player.
Before Shaggy and Greg started the movie, they went upstairs to the house to grab a bowl of popcorn and soda cans. When they came back to the basement, Greg pressed play on the movie.
"Man, I have never felt so lame right now." said Greg as he laid down next to Shaggy.
Shaggy giggled back, "Hey, at least we get to see a hot chick get her clothes taken off by a bunch of branches." Greg grabbed a handful of popcorn and put them all in his mouth, "Still lame." replied Greg with the popcorn in his mouth.
"I was so fucking hungry." said Greg as swallowed hard. "Same." replied Shaggy.
Greg grinned and dug his hand down in front of his black skinny jeans, Shaggy's eyes widen and he looked away trying to pay attention to the movie. Greg took out a bag of weed from his boxers and nudged Shaggy with his elbow. "Look what I've got here." said Greg, his eyes staring deep into Shaggy's eyes.
Shaggy looked down at the bag and gulped, "Whoa, like...if my parents walk in..."
"They aren't home, Shaggy." interrupted Greg, "We can do whatever we want..." leaning in close which left Shaggy a bit breathless. Greg quickly pulled away and asked casually, "Besides, aren't they working right now or something?"
Shaggy felt himself blush, he looked down at the bowl of popcorn, "Like, yeah." replied Shaggy, stuttering a bit. "Alright, cool." replied Greg, grabbing a nearby magazine and placing it on his lap. Greg started taking out bits from the bag of the weed, he was making a joint.
"Have you ever smoked pot?" asked Greg.
"Nope..." replied Shaggy, he tried paying attention the movie instead. Don't look...don't look...
Greg stared at Shaggy, looking surprised, "Well...this will be your first time then." said Greg, rolling the joint and licking the paper to close the joint.
"Um, I don't know, I rather not do it." said Shaggy.
"C'mon, Shaggy. Just once, man." said Greg handing over the joint. Shaggy looked deep into Greg's eyes.
"Alright...fuck it." said Shaggy, considering it again. It wouldn't be so bad to just try once wouldn't it?
Greg took out a lighter from his pocket and lit up the joint for Shaggy. Before Greg gives Shaggy the joint, he takes a hit first. Greg lets out a deep sigh, the smoke coming out of his nose. Shaggy carefully watches, amazed by the look on Greg's face.
Greg opens his eyes and hands it over to Shaggy. Shaggy takes the joint and looks at Greg, he looks back at Shaggy.
Shaggy licks his lips and places the joint against his lips, he inhales in which causes him to start coughing the smoke out immediately. Greg is worried for a split second and places his hand on Shaggy's back.
"Are you okay?" Greg asks.
Shaggy coughs a few more times before finally nodding. Shaggy quickly places the joint back to his lips and takes another hit. Shaggy feels his heart slow down and his whole body instantly relax. Shaggy closes his eyes, overwhelmed by the feeling.
Greg takes the joint from Shaggy's hand and leans into Shaggy's ear, "Remember when we were friends with benefits...?" asked Greg. Shaggy started giggling a bit too much at the thought.
Shaggy nodded, "Oh yeah, last year right...?"
Greg and Shaggy had been friends since elementary, as they grew up together they began to get feelings for each other. They started off as friends with benefits in seventh grade, no one had knew. Just both of them. Greg had been his first kiss, close to being his first everything. But they decided to just be friends instead once eighth grade had started. Greg had gotten a girlfriend and realized he wasn't gay, but instead he realized he was bisexual.
But even then, they secretly liked each other more than friends, more than friends who had benefits.
"Wanna be friends with benefits again...?" asked Greg seductively, placing his hand on Shaggy's lap. Before Shaggy could react or give a answer, a pair of lips crashed against his own.
Shaggy felt life begin to spin. He was drunken with lust and intoxicated for the first time in his life. Back then, Shaggy hadn't know that smoking pot would cause a big impact on himself. Especially, for the next four years in high school. Shaggy's world would begin to crumble into pieces.