To say I was nervous was an understatement.
I kept playing with the rug under my fingers and looking around. Dave could tell I was nervous and lightly touched my hand. ³Look, if you don¶t wanna do it, it¶s ok,´ he said delicately. ³No, I do« I think,´ I said. Of course I had to do it, I will probably never have this chance again. Plus, everyone else is going to be doing it and I¶m not feeling left out. ³Have you never smoked pot before?´ He asked bluntly. ³Oh, well I have,´ I said meekly, ³but it never ended well. All my friends gave me heavy shit and I would get so high I would black out.´ He held up the green bowl in front of his eyes. ³This is the Hitcher. Except I promise he¶s not going to rape you. We just call him that because when you smoke it looks like you¶ve got a big green thumb.´ Dave laughed. Clearly he was trying to calm me down, and it was working. Slowly. ³It¶s not heavy shit,´ he said, ³I promise.´ I looked from the bowl to Dave. ³Alright, fine. I trust you,´ I said, still fumbling with the rug. It¶s not that I was antiweed, I was just anti-body high. I was about to explain to Dave about the time I almost fell down a flight of stairs because I couldn¶t feel my legs, but I decided against it. ³Here, I have an idea,´ Dave said. I didn¶t know what he was about to do and the look in his eyes made me even more worried. He put the bowl to his mouth, lit it, and closed his eyes and inhaled. He pulled the bowl from his mouth and leaned in close to me. He placed one hand tenderly behind my head and pulled me closer. His lips met mine, and they opened. I inhaled as smoke poured into my mouth, pushed forward by his tongue. Our lips closed and a small trail of smoke followed as he pulled away slowly. After a few seconds I let the smoke slowly pour out my mouth. I turned to Dave to find him smiling wide. I couldn¶t figure out if he was already high or if it was something else. ³What¶cha think of that?´ He asked. I smiled. ³Well, I like it, but I don¶t think I quite understand the technique. Perhaps we can try again?´ I bit my lip and Dave laughed. He put the green piece back to his mouth and lit it. He inhaled deeper this time before pulling me closer. Not just my head this time, but my whole body. I was pressed against him, sitting on that ridiculous rug, smoke pouring out of his open mouth and into mine. I inhaled slowly so I wouldn¶t run out of air, because I didn¶t want to part
with him just yet. But I finally ran out of air and had to pull away. Smoke seeped out of the corner of my mouth and I smiled. Dave took one look at me and started laughing. Hard. I had no idea what he was laughing at, btu I figured at this point it didn¶t matter. Because then I started laughing. Within seconds, we were a quivering heap of laughter on the floor. We were laughing so hard that we didn¶t even hear the door open. ³Get a room you two,´ a voice said. We turned over and saw Cassie, linked arms with none other than Julian Barratt, and the smaller of the Fielding brothers, Mike. ³Sorry,´ Dave squeaked out. ³You could¶ve at least waited,´ said Mike and scooped down to pick up the bowl. He plopped down on the couch and took a hit. The bowl passed around a few times and we all became a heap of giggles. But, suddenly I stopped. I sat up straight and looked around. Dave worriedly touched my arm. ³You OK love?´ he asked. ³It all depends«´ I said. I didn¶t want to scare them, but I was nervous. Everyone quieted down. Outside the door, we could hear Noel talking and a woman laughing. But to me, it wasn¶t any normal laughter. It was a high cackle that went straight through to your bones. ³No, no way. That¶s not her,´ I said. ³Who?´ everyone seemed to ask. ³No« no no no« it can¶t be«. I¶m too high, too happy for this«´ Dave sat up and put an arom around me, rubbing my back. ³Hey, just relax alright, I¶m sure²´ but he was cut-off by Noel crashing through the door. Right behind him was a cackling girl with short black hair and dolled up in electro gear. My heart sank. ³Shit.´ I said. She looked up and met eyes with me. ³What the fuck are you doing here??´ She shrieked. ³What are you doing here?´ I asked. ³What¶s going on?´ Dave asked. ³It¶s an old room-mate,´ Cassie whispered. ³And old, angry room-mate.´
She marched straight over to me. She got right in my face and started yelling. I don¶t even remember what it was about, but I do know it was about a long-held grudge that happened over a year ago. No matter how high I was, I was close to tears. I didn¶t need this. I got up and ran into the kitchenette. This was a woman from my past that I never needed to see again, especially not now. I shut the door behind me and walked as far as I could into the room. I leaned over the counter and started crying. My shoulders quivered and I hiccupped. Suddenly, a hand slid over my shoulder. I spun around to find Dave, a great concern in his eyes. ³Hey, what the hell was that about?´ I was incomprehensible. Words flew out of my mouth at a speed I never knew I had. Dave tried quieting me, but it was impossible. I had started and I couldn¶t stop. He finally grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into him. He pressed his lips to mine in a valiant attempt to get me to shut the hell up. It worked. ³Hey, come into my room with me. We¶ll talk about it and calm down, OK?´ I nodded. He took my hand and led me out of the kitchen.