Soo ... I was planning on this story being a one-shot, but I can think of so many more things the Cullens and Bella can do! Selling ... growing ... hookahs and bongs and blunts, oh my! There are just so many things you can do with pot! So I'm sorry, but the last chapter was Bella's first time smoking pot, and soon she'll be a stoner.
Also, if you have any question as to what certain words mean, feel free to ask me, either by email (rbj1994[at]yahoo[dot]ca), or by a review or PM, and I'll get back to you. Please do review, though – I didn't get a single review for my first chapter :( And, as always ... SWED :)
I woke up feeling refreshed, like I hadn't slept a wink in my life, and suddenly I got all the sleep I ever would need. I didn't want to get up, but I knew I should. I couldn't even remember falling asleep last night!
I opened my eyes, and all I could smell was pot. I could see nothing but the cream white ceiling of the Cullen's living room, masked in a smoky haze. Fuck me, it was beautiful. I couldn't seem to even care, that I was staring up at the ceiling like an idiot.
Edward chose that time to walk into the room, glass eyed and stunning. He carried a tray of food with him, but I didn't know if I should eat it. I ate so much yesterday and I still felt full. It wasn't a bad full, either. It was a feeling of ... wholeness? I didn't feel like I had gorged myself, as much as that I had filled a hole in my body that shouldn't have been there.
Edward smiled at me pleasantly, and set the tray on the table. The smell of eggs and turkey bacon (AN: Yes, turkey bacon. I don't eat pork, and I couldn't write 'bacon' without the mood being ruined for me :P) wafted up into the room, mixing with the smell of pot. It smelled ten times better than any eggs and turkey bacon I had ever had.
"Hungry?" he said. Emmett laughed from the other room. "Did you see how much she ate last night, Edward? I'd be surprised if she ever needed to eat again!" Of course, I was blushing, but I laughed along, too.
"Well, Bella, you should eat. You have been looking a bit thin lately." I, for some reason, didn't take that as an insult. Probably because I knew that it was true. So instead, I said, "How can I eat, after all I ate last night?"
Edward wordlessly got up, went upstairs, and was back in a flash, carrying a bag of weed, a scale, a grinder, a lighter, and some papers, and what looked like an empty pack of John Player's Standards (for those of you who don't know, they are a type of cigarettes). He set them all down on the table, and said, "This will definitely help you eat," with a wink. I thought I would swoon.
He grabbed some of the pot from the bag, and put it on the scale. The scale read 0.8g. He took a little bit off of the scale. 0.4g. He took a little bit more pot from the bit he had previously taken off the scale, and placed it back onto it. 0.5g.
"I'm only going to roll you up a p-5 joint right now, Bella. That's half a gram. It should get you good and stoned, and will definitely help you with your appetite." I couldn't really say no to that. I just was curious ... "What makes you say that I want to smoke a joint, Edward?" I kept chanting to myself, 'poker face, poker face, poker face, poker face ...' so that he wouldn't call my bluff. I wanted to be able to do things without him assuming what I wanted. Obviously, I wanted to smoke a joint, but he couldn't know that ... yet.
He straightened his back a little bit, and looked away from the scale, to me. "Bella, it was pretty obvious that you enjoyed smoking pot last night. Jasper was radiating waves of happiness to the entire family, you were so happy! In fact, the entire family was discussing it last night. Jasper said he doesn't see how he'll ever be able to smoke weed again without you there to give off the mellow fun vibes! Esme and Carlisle both agreed that you seemed to ... glow, almost. Alice said that your future is full of pot, which I found quite comical. Rosalie and Emmett didn't say much, but what they did say, was that you were pretty hilarious and fun to be around. Don't try to deny that you want to smoke up, habibti."
I was pretty happy that the family seemed to enjoy me there, and even happier that Edward and I were so compatible. He might not be able to read my mind, but he could read ... me. He knew me, inside and out. But ... what did he call me? "'Habibti,' Edward?" I said with raised eyebrows. He just chuckled. "It means 'my dear' in Arabic." I didn't say anything, and motioned with my head that he should continue what he was doing.
He put the weed that wasn't on the scale, and put it back into the bag, and sealed it up. He took the weed that was on the scale, and put it into the grinder. He placed the top of the grinder back on, placed both flat surfaces of the grinder into each of his palms, and twisted it. When he opened the top of the grinder, the weed looked almost ... fluffy? There appeared to be almost twice as much pot in it.
Edward then grabbed a paper from a package that had 'Zig Zag' written on the front. I found it slightly comical that it had 'cigarette papers' also written on the front, when clearly, these papes weren't for rollies. He gently put all the pot into the paper, and started rolling it between his fingers, until it was all bunched up in a line along the seam of the paper. He then licked the seal (which appeared to look like the same as the seal for an envelope), and sealed the joint. He rolled one end of the joint together with his fingers, "So as not to let the pot out," as he explained.
He took the cigarette pack, and ripped off a rectangle, about 1cm wide and 6cm long. He rolled that into the shape of a cylinder, and placed it into the open end of the joint, making sure that it was all the way in.
"Here, Bella. I know it's small, but it's a nice, tight pinner, just for you!" he said in a jokingly childish voice. I smiled, grabbed the lighter off of the table, and the joint from his hands, and timidly lit it. I pulled a carefully small amount of smoke from the joint into my lungs, so as not to cough, and instantly felt more relaxed. I smiled to myself, as Edward smiled at me.
Jasper walked into the room, and also smiled at me. Jasper hardly seemed hesitant at all about being around me when I was smoking pot. I liked Jasper. I liked all of the Cullens. They were so nice to me. I took another small haul off of the joint as Jasper sat beside Edward.
Jasper and Edward were in a light, happy conversation with each other, but I couldn't figure out what about. I think it was something about football, but I couldn't be sure. I continued to puff off of the joint. By the time I put it out, Jasper and Edward were already puffing on their own.
Jasper smiled at me, and asked if I felt hungry. I laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Edward chuckled beside me. "Edward, man, your girlfriend's a lightweight!" I laughed and flipped him off, causing both Jasper and Edward to bellow to themselves. Then I realized what Jasper had asked me – of course I was hungry! I looked at the breakfast that Edward made me, grabbed it, and curled into Edward's chest. I devoured the breakfast, and looked up at Edward, much as I had yesterday, silently pleading for food.
Edward chucked, and said, "Yes love," and went into the kitchen. Jazzy and I were alone. Jazzy? I laughed to myself. I was so funny! "What's so funny, Bella ...?" Jasper asked hesitantly. "JAZZY WAZZY!" I screamed, and laughed some more. Jasper seemed to be patiently irritated, knowing that I wouldn't dare call him Jazzy Wazzy without being stoned out of my tree.
"Jazzy Wazzy ..." he muttered to himself, as Edward walked in. We set the TV on, and watched sitcoms for the rest of the day, smoking joint after Edward-rolled joint whenever I started to burn. Jasper and Edward were the only Cullens to enter the living room that day. I wonder why?