Hey hey hey I feel like it hasn't been as long since the last update, hopefully it wasn't? But if it was I'm so super sorry! Also, school's coming up ew and with that comes homework and early sleeping times aka not enough time to write a lot, so the updates might start getting a little slower during school I'm so sorry! But here's the new update, I like it so hopefully you like it!
As I opened my eyes, a blue and yellow toned light filled my vision from the windows and blinds that had been opened. I sat up to see that Eli was no longer on the couch next to me. I looked around to see that I didn't see him anywhere inside.
After my five minutes of just not getting up and laying down with my eyes open that I always did every morning, I finally stood up, put on a pair of flip flops and looked out the window to see that Eli's car was still out there so, I walked outside to find him sitting on the porch swing. As I got closer to him, I started to see smoke. At first, I thought I was imagining it or rather I hoped I was imagining it. But as I stood next to him, I smelled what I smelled throughout the hallways of my old school, what students liked to call their "inspiration". That inspiration was sitting next to Eli in a small plastic bag and he had some rolled up in paper between his fingers.
"I'm hoping that you picked up some grass and rolled it and decided to see what it tasted like."
Eli chuckled as if I was kidding. It wasn't so much that I wanted to be this person who put down drinking and smoking and "having fun" which I didn't really find fun at all. It was that for one, it was illegal and that was enough to make me stop doing anything and two, probably all the episodes of intervention that I watched all started with people who just did weed at first and escalated into different drugs that would only screw up their lives.
When I sat down in the swing next to him, he blew smoke in the different direction then looked over at me with a look that read his words, "It's not like I'm doing crack."
"And that's what all crackheads say before you find them on the street, pacing back and forth as they're addicted to crack."
"Alright well, I'm not doing crack now. It's not even close to the level of crack." He passed the rolled paper from his one hand to the other, moving it over in the direction of me, "Try it for yourself."
I'd be a liar if I said I didn't hesitate for a minute there. I didn't want to consider myself an easily impressionable and peer pressure-able person but in that moment I could only refer to myself as such. I didn't immediately say no, I thought it over in my head, I looked at it with a maybe look and I hated it. Here I was, talking about how bad drugs were and how I couldn't stand to see Eli smoking but the second he offers it to me, I think it over. What a hypocrite I was.
"I'd rather not." I said, pushing it back to him.
"Your loss." He shrugged, happily taking it back.
Suddenly, getting fed up with myself, I went back into the cabin and decided to get a shower because I knew I'd think about anything and everything unimportant to get my mind back on the right foot. When I got out of the shower, as I searched through my bag for something to wear, I had looked up and saw a red flannel hanging up on the door. I knew it wasn't mine and was Eli's and that was the perfect reason to wear it. I paired it with a pair of black jeans and my black high top Converses. Of course, I didn't bring a hair dryer unaware of the fact we'd be at a log cabin so I had to settle for a wet messy bun that would actually be extremely messy and not cute messy.
When I walked out of the room, Eli was sitting on the couch, hands in a bag of chips, watching Back to the Future before he turned to look at me. He stood up, hopped over the back of the couch, putting the chips on the counter and walked over to me.
"If I recall correctly, that flannel looks extremely familiar." Eli said, in-between crunches of Lays.
"Yeah," I nodded, with a smile, "You've probably seen me wear it before."
"Right." Eli smirked, "Despite the fact that that's my shirt and you're a thief, I have to take you somewhere."
"What?"
"I have to take you somewhere. You doubted me with the log cabin but I proved you wrong so don't doubt me now, you'll love it, I'm sure. And if you don't, well that's your problem but come on." He said, grabbing my hand and pulling me and also grabbing the bag of chips again with one hand then continuing with the pulling of me out of the door, closing it behind him and pulling me once again to the car.
While we drove, as always, Eli told me to close my eyes as it was a surprise and any surprise would be ruined if it was given away by sight. So, I obliged, closing my eyes slightly as he drove for about five minutes unless he pulled to a stop. When I got out, eyes still shut, I stepped on leaves and branches once more realizing we weren't too far from the cabin but oh so far from home. I heard water running like stream and hoped that I wasn't going to be in a Hannah Montana the movie reenactment of the scene where she's in a random waterfall, tarzan-ing from a random rope in the a middle of some random woods. But I heard the water sound very low which couldn't have been a waterfall. So, as I figured we were in the woods and there was water, I already had a mental visual of the surprise but I decided to pretend like I knew nothing as I heard Eli coming close.
"I already know you figured out where we are so open your eyes, you ruined the surprise!" Eli said.
I rolled my eyes open but widened them in surprise at what I saw. It wasn't anything like a small pond that I had imagined in my head. We were standing on the side of a creek with various sized rocks scattered throughout. The water was running over and between and under them at different speeds. There was a big solid log laying over the top of it, almost like a natural bridge to go between sides without getting in the water. I looked over at Eli who was turning up the radio of his car. As he did, I walked over to log that was crossing over the creek. I walked carefully, one foot in front of the other, across the big branch to the middle and sat down. It was a completely different experience looking at the water from there. It was like I was right on top, close enough to fall into it if I wanted to but in control enough to choose plus the breeze was pretty good.
Eli walked across and sat down next to me like there was no fear in the world to him that he just might trip and fall, which there probably wasn't. And if he did fall, he'd probably collapse in pride and pull me along down with him.
"So," I said, staring at the water, it being too pretty to pull my eyes away from, "How'd you find this place?"
"Like I said before, my dad used to go hunting a lot and when I was younger, I couldn't go. So I roamed around the woods looking for something to occupy my time as sitting at the cabin with no cartoons wasn't an option. Then one day, I stumbled upon this place and it became mine, I'd come here when my dad went hunting or things were too boring or when I couldn't sleep. And now I'm sharing it with you. You're the first person I've shown it too so you should feel very honored."
I laughed as I got up from my seating and walked back over to his car. From the sounds of the water hitting the rocks and waving back and forth, I couldn't hear the music so I decided to get closer. It seemed like whatever Eli had put on this time was pretty good for my taste. I didn't really have the tolerance for screams of Escape the Fate. As the playlist of songs went on, I sat on the hood of the car, leaning back on the window, closing my eyes and listening to the songs.
"You know, I have something that could make the music sound way better."
Eli's voice startled my eyes open and my body to shake. I sighed and oblivious to what he had actually meant at the time, thinking maybe he meant different speakers or something, I asked what. In response, he pulled out the small plastic bag that I wanted to throw into the creek and watch wash away with the water.
"No, no, no!" I exclaimed, pushing the bag away, "There's no way I'm doing drugs. They're illegal, it's only going to lead to more problems and no!"
"There are no cops within a 25 mile radius of here and it does more to solve problems than create them. Plus, I didn't say you had to do it or even do it again if you did it this time, I just suggested that it'd make the music sound better. Take it as a trial, you're not locked into a 2 year contract or in this case, a lifetime of drug abuse, you have 60 days or rather this moment right now to try it, just see how it feels."
I paused, staring at Eli. What he said did make a lot of sense but I felt like I was going back on all my morals by doing this. Then I took a step back, out of my position right there and took a good look at what was going on. I was already sneaking out of the house on a trip with a boy my father has never met or even heard of. All my morals were already thrown out the window once I agreed to this trip. Doing one more thing couldn't hurt what was already probably in store for me once I got back home. So, not so reluctantly, I agreed to try it.
It felt weird, sitting there with a blunt between my fingers. I felt like such a poser and hypocrite. I was always the one who said I'd never drink until I was 21 or smoke because it was illegal. Yet here I was, getting ready to do it. Trying to calm the voices in my head at the same time and get this over with, I went straight to it. I put the blunt between my lips, inhaling the smoke. Within seconds, I started coughing uncontrollably and Eli started chuckling.
"Such a beginner."
I rolled my eyes as I went for another hit, if that was what it was called. This time, I lasted a few more seconds holding my smoke than the last time, which I supposed was good. Or was just a lead way to me doing it more and more. But as I continued on, hit by hit, the voices in my head started to silence like they all went to sleep or rather went to vacation. Then everything and nothing started to seem hilarious, like I had just watched the funniest movie on TV tripled over each other with added bonus funny moments. Eli and I would just look at each other and start laughing for absolutely nothing. After that I realized why Eli bought the bag of chips as I suddenly was more hungry than I could have ever imagined. I had no clue why they called them the munchies when you more than likely demolished any food that was around. Both Eli and I kept grabbing handfuls of chips, stuffing our faces and crunching for about a minute, swallowing and then going back for more until the entire bag was gone and needless to say, I was still hungry but with no more food being around, I had to shut down that voice telling me to eat some more and boy was it a loud voice. Then I had nothing to do but to focus on everything around me, the trees seemed like more than trees like they all had some story or something behind them. I tried figuring out their stories, to see what I could understand about them, I had clue what was going through my head. So, instead I turned to the music. Every instrument started to play louder for me to hear, like each one was fighting for dominance in the mind of Summer. Then I heard the beginning progressions to one of my favorite songs ever.
As Down by the Water by The Drums started to play, I grabbed Eli off of the hood to dance with me. And as we were both zoned off into another world, we didn't care about looking or feeling foolish. I pulled him down to the edge of creek and we stood, wrapped around each other, rocking back and forth to the slow song. We spun around as we rocked, moving all around not focusing on where we were going so as we kept moving back and forth, we moved closer and closer to the actual edge until we fell into the creek. We looked at each other as we dived into the water, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world and got back up and continued to dance. But we kept tripping over rocks, falling back down and doing that over and over even after that song was over and a different one came on. We just kept dancing and falling and getting back up for what felt like forever.
Ooooh interesting yes? Also, disclaimer (well not really a disclaimer just a lil note) I've never been high so I have absolutely no clue what it feels like to be high, I tried to do research on it lol and hopefully this seems about right from what I've read I just don't have any personal experience with it so I couldn't write it like perfectly but hopefully I did a good job. Speaking of good jobs, you should definitely write a review. Yes, I know that has absolutely no correlation to good jobs but I just tried to fit it in and for that failed but well executed attempt, you should review this chapter pleaseee plus you get to make fun of me ya know if you want whatever makes you happy (reviews make me happy) alright I'm gonna go now see you next time!