Thanks for the reviews! I'm going to write some more now, purely out of boredom ^.^ By the way, I'm sorry if the passage out of the bible offends anybody. I enjoy finding technicalities and making light of them, and I am a firm believer that, since it is natural, pot isn't wrong or immoral. So ... if you find this offensive, don't read this story.
Alice and Carlisle walked into the living room at about midnight, looking irritated and exhausted. I was burnt as hell, and confused. How can a vampire be exhausted, for fucks sakes?! Jasper and Edward exchanged a look that said, 'uh oh'. I was immediately worried.
"Don't worry, guys, nothing overly bad happened. We're just going to have to be more ... careful ... for now on," Alice said, sounding drained. Carlisle nodded in agreement. Edward and Jasper didn't say anything, and Alice flopped onto the couch, looking far from graceful ... for her. Carlisle sighed and walked out of the room.
"Okay, I guess I'll have to be the first to ask, then. What the FUCK happened, exactly ...?" I asked groggily. I was too tired to figure this out on my own; I needed someone to explain it to me, and fast. My eyelids felt like they were being weighed down with led bricks, and my body felt like all its bones were removed, I was so droopy feeling. I needed to smoke more pot, or go to bed. I didn't dare do so yet, though, until I figured out why nobody came into the living room at all today, or why Alice and Carlisle seemed so drained. I wanted to be sober (or at least not stoned) so that I could fully understand what was happening.
"Charlie almost busted us." I can honestly say that I didn't see that one coming. "Carlisle and I were just getting back from buying, and Charlie walked up. I was carrying the pot in a La Senza bag, but there was about 3 ounces in there, and he could definitely smell it. I played it off, acting innocent and embarrassed, and Carlisle acted like the concerned father, but he clearly knew. He's going to be keeping close tabs on us for now on. I don't need my visions to know that. The only reason we didn't get caught, was because he couldn't legally search us. But we had to go a good 4 hours talking aimlessly with Charlie. I can't believe he had the patience to do so! Did I mention that that was 4 fucking hours without smoking bud?! Carlisle and I were tense the entire time, too."
Of course, just my luck, it would be Charlie of all people to figure it out! I have no doubt in my mind that he's going to give me the Spanish Inquisition when I get home from my "sleepover" with Alice. What am I going to say to him? How am I going to hide it? I'm sure I'll absolutely reek of pot. Besides, it's not like I plan to give up smoking weed now, anyways. It makes me feel good ... happy ... like I don't need to worry about Victoria, or Jacob and Edward feuding, or my aging.
I sighed, and got up to go upstairs. Naturally, though, I was too tired to get up, and I really needed a shower. I had been sitting on this couch all day. The last time I had taken a shower was the morning of 420. I figured, if I smoked more weed, I would be okay to get up and shower before bed. How could I toke up again, though? I wouldn't feel right, asking Edward if I could smoke some more of his green.
"Bella, I know you want to smoke more weed so that you can get up and take a shower. Jesus, you're part of the family now! Why can't you just ask us for some? It's not like we don't have the pot to spare. Besides, I can see you lighting up, anyways." Alice chuckled to herself, and I could almost hear the gears turning in that little head of hers.
She danced over to the couch, picked me up, and carried me up the stairs and into her room, setting me on the bed. This was ... weird. I have never actually been in Alice and Jasper's room before. It was very ... green. The walls were painted a pale green, and the bed was a mix of medium and dark pine green colours. There was writing on the wall, in a neat, elegant script:
Then God said, "I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit with seed in it. They will be yours for food." – Genesis 1:29
Alice noticed me looking at the writing, and laughed lightly. "Thanks God!" she called out to the ceiling. Now I got it – seed-bearing plant. I laughed a tired laugh with her.
"Okay, lets get to the point – You're burnt out, and want to take a shower. I have herb, and a bong. Oh, and my shit's better than Edward's," she added with a wink. She grabbed a box out of her closet, which included a small bong that was pink. It was very ... cute? I never realized the extent of Alice's girliness until I realized even her bong would be girly.
She packed her pot, which she told me was Hawaiian Skunk, into the bong daintily, grabbed a lighter out of her pocket, and lit the bong. More smoke than I thought possible went up into her lungs, and held there for about 10 seconds, before she let it drift slowly into the room, filling it up completely smoke. She repacked the bowl, and handed it to me.
I lit the bowl, and almost instantly smoke accumulated into the chamber. I didn't want to humiliate myself and cough, so I only sucked in about half of the smoke before handing it back to Alice. This didn't seem to please her. She went on a long rant about how you never pass a bong back to a person with smoke still in the chamber, but I was a newbie, and I had been smoking all day, and found it difficult to focus on what she was saying. "The smoke is all gross ... and stale ... You always finish a bong hit, in one hit!"
I was getting tired of her bitching, so I decided I'd show off. I grabbed the bong back out of her hands, lit all the pot in it, and inhaled it all. I couldn't hold onto it, though, and started coughing and sputtering. The smoke exiting my lungs so forcefully hurt, burned, felt like it was clawing itself out. It gushed out of my mouth and nose in a violent stream. I coughed for a good minute or two before I stopped. By that point, I knew I shouldn't smoke anymore. Alice was laughing her ass off at me. My eyes watered, and my throat burned. I was hyperactively aware of everything around me. But my pride was damaged in my failed attempt at showing off.
"Don't worry, Bella, it happens to us all. I'll be damned if I didn't cough when I took my first bong hit ... I think. Vampires don't cough, obviously, but I'm sure I had. At any rate, coughing makes you higher, and, judging by your squinty, red eyes, you're baked as a muffin! Now go get into the shower and crash, hun. You look like you're ready to pass out."
I took my shower, trudged to bed, and passed out cold.