My friends didn’t mind that Gabe and I were seeing each other again; as usual they just tolerated him, this I could tell this was how it always had been. It took him a while for him to realize that I was actually going to be there for him again. Our relationship quickly returned to what it had been including fights at least once a week mostly over text message. He would start fights over the stupidest things, if I didn’t pay enough attention to him, or if he felt I paid too much attention to someone else. One thing that changed since the last time is that he started to come over. It was nice but I realize that my parents weren’t very smart when they traded the couch in the living room for a bed. Blankets and all this bed was where Gabe and I spent much of our time watching movies and such because there was nothing else to do. Then one night, my mother left the house for twenty minutes and Gabe suggested it.
“Where’d your mom go?” He asked with a mischievous look in his eye.
“Just outside probably. Why?” I was mildly suspicious. I wasn’t to be disappointed in my suspicions either as I found out.
“Do you want to take it further”
“She’s just outside. Are you serious?”
“Of course I’m serious, but, it’s up to you.” He’d always say this but deep down I’d always feel that it wasn’t actually up to me, he was just manipulating me like I did to everyone else.
I didn’t say anything to him I just grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom. It wasn’t very long he was already almost done and it hurt, a lot. You always hear about it hurting, well I did anyways, but it didn’t prepare me in any way for the ripping sensation. He comforted me the whole time, all approximately two minutes of it. We spent a lot of time together but things still had changed when we were apart. I got the buzz of risk and risk is addicting.
One night I spent the night at my friend Kyla’s house, now I knew my friend smoked weed, but I had never considered it. We were up until one in the morning and we were watching That 70’s Show they had this sort of advertisement on there to tell kids not to smoke marijuana. I looked at Kayla and we laughed.
“We should get some weed!” I suggested, only partially joking.
“Dude, we need money.” She responded. I thought this was obvious.
“I have some. How much do you think we need?” Less joking this time.
“Like twenty for an eighth.” I have yet to have figured out what that eighth is of, a gram, maybe.
I counted all my cash and Kyla and I ogled at the amount, it evened out to exactly twenty.
“This is definitely a sign.” I said quietly and she just smiled as she called her sister Miranda to see if we could get a bag, we could.
We walked about five blocks at one in the morning in the middle of winter. My town actually has a curfew which is ten and that’s when all of us kids are supposed to be home. My friends from seventh street (The street Miranda’s boyfriend lived on and the highest place in town-not elevation wise) and I have broken this curfew so many time, they hardly enforced it. We were freezing but it was all better when Kyla and I got back to her house. This was the first time I experience the extremeness of my light weighted-ness. We didn’t even smoke a whole bowl and the room was spinning, we had both burnt our thumbs but couldn’t feel it until later. I didn’t really feel it until I was inside for a second and then it crept up on me and I didn’t realize I was stoned until I forgot something for a second, was trying to remember and I suddenly realized.
“Dude, I’m stoned” I said to Kyla and she just laughed. I said that about one hundred times that night. We were up to at least three in the morning and in this time we soaked our thumbs in cold(not that we could tell) water until they stopped stinging while I swayed back and forth. Then I spun around on a chair and Kyla thought my feet were like a horse. I can’t remember much but I do remember falling on the floor so many times that when we tried to count, we lost track-not a hard feat for us in our state-and talking so much that Kyla yelled at me to shut up so she could watch TV.
I called Gabe that night, he was a very unhappy person. I just talked to him for about five minutes and he hardly said a word. He was very angry at me and I didn’t understand. He always talked about getting high and getting drunk, but as I would find out this would never be okay for me. I also called Max-we were on good terms- and Cam at three in the morning, boy were they pissed.
“Wake and Bake.” Kyla and I chimed in at the same time. The only problem with getting stoned that morning was that I had to go home and Cam was giving me a ride home, Max was with him. I sat in the back seat next to Max while Cam’s girlfriend Cayla sat in the front seat.
“What were you on last night?” Cam asked me and Max laughed and agreed that he wanted to know. I wouldn’t tell them and they wouldn’t stop pestering me and when I finally gave in in between giggling fits because Max was tickling me.
“Same thing I’m on right now.”
“No way, Max check.” Cam said in disbelief while Cayla just shook her head laughing.
“Really Keira?” I giggled as Max held my face still and looked at my eyes.
“Oh my god she isn’t lying, she’s stoned.” I smiled at Max with my high smile. I almost wanted to snuggle right into him but I resisted, for the most part. I did lean against him as I tried to calm down and kill the buzz I had on the ride home.
I got home and I pretty much went to sleep, my sister knew what went down and so did her boyfriend, this one for a while, Sam. That was the first time I got stoned and I was hooked.
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