lena ♢ c.d + j.g

fourteen

friday, 10:14 pm - april 8th

lena evans

i follow him outside to the other yard that i've never seen.

but it looks exactly the same as the first yard, with a pool and patio and grass.

almost makes me question the point.

i notice the same amount of people out here, though.

most of them that aren't smoking and drinking together are just making out and hanging by the pool.

"you see that hammock over there? go to it while i roll it." he points to a random hammock, isolated from the pool and more in the open, grassy area full of palm trees.

"alright, just don't lace my shit with coke or something."

"do i really look like someone who just has coke?"

"no, i was ju- never mind, and bring me a drink."

"but i'm rolling the blun-"

"fine, i'll get it!" i roll my eyes, walking back into the house to the kitchen.

going anywhere is always difficult because everyone likes to be clumped together.

and they make it hard for me to get through.

i finally reach the kitchen, pouring my alcoholic concoction in a new red cup before making my way back through to the second patio.

getting through the door, i sip my drink and spot jack laying in the hammock, already smoking.

i speed walk instead of jogging, not wanting to spill any of my drink on my outfit or on the ground.

"jack, you didn't wait."

"i couldn't, princess. come sit." he grins, the blunt between his two fingers as one leg hangs off of the hammock and touches the ground.

"where, your ass is taking up the space." i laugh, taking another sip from my cup.

"right here." he motions me to sit between his legs.

"will it hold both of us up?"

"lena, just sit, fuck." he says sternly.

holy shit. a part of me really liked how stern he just said that.

i hesitate before sitting between his legs, laying my head on his chest.

"you wanna hit?" he hands it to me.

with the knowledge of how much i shouldn't do this, i push those thoughts out of my head.

gripping his hand and pressing my lips to the blunt, the smoke fills my lungs when i inhale.

i let the cloud of smoke escape my lips, blowing it effortlessly.

"damn, you're so hot." he mumbles, talking drowsily.

the weed and alcohol must be really getting to him now.

i feel him take my cup as i grab the blunt from his hand, taking another long hit.

i blow out the smoke as i look at the stars, slowly smiling at how they twinkle.

"shit..that's cool." i say slowly, feeling the weed affect me quickly.

i gotta say, it feels really good to be smoking again.

i forgot how much i love being intoxicated by both weed and liquor.

i feel like i'm on a cloud, you know?