Dreaming Of You - Jenna Ortega imagines

Let's smoke, ghostface - tc

In which you befriend someone unexpected

this is really js crack bc ive seen sm tts abt it

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tw drug usage! and scream 6 spoilers

"Hello?" You picked up the phone, blowing out smoke.

"Hello, y/n." The voice rang through, you let out a little giggle.

"Wassup, Ethan," You greeted. "Why's your voice sound like that?"

The voice on the other line started to stammer. "Why do you think it's Ethan?" You let out a hum, taking a hit from your blunt.

"Because it says on your contact?" You took your phone away from your ear, confirming your thought. "Your voice sounds so weird," You laughed. "Did my smoking finally hit you?"

"Are you high right now?"

"Yes sir, high as a kite, you wanna come and smoke with me?"

He let out a sigh. "Yeah, I'll be there." Right after he hung up, there was a few knocks on your window. You opened it up to see Ghostface right in front of you. 

"What's up my guy!" You cheered, dapping him up and helping him in. "Take a seat." You motioned towards your room, jumping onto your bed. You turned on the TV, putting on some bullshit movie.

"Are you not scared that I might kill you?" He asked, not taking the mask off.

You just shrugged. "I mean, how I see it, you have two choices." You held up two fingers, taking a hit before continuing. "You can smoke with me, and we can have some fun together, maybe even prank call people. Or, you can kill me while I'm high, but we both know how that's going to end."

"Sam kills me."
"Sam kills you." 

You let out a small giggle, you were very much high. You leaned your head back, blowing out rings with the smoke. "Come take a hit." You held out the blunt for him to take. He jumped onto the bed with you, taking the blunt.

The two of you took turns taking hits, fooling around with the mask and the voice box. Ethan knew that his dad would probably kill him for not killing you, but you were too fun to kill. "Shit, let me just play some music." You stumbled, grabbing your phone and connecting it to your Alexa. You randomly picked a playlist, which started off with Pony by Ginuwine. You and Ethan started to laugh as you both attempted to do the Magic Mike dance. 

"How are you so good at that!" He exclaimed, trying to copy you, but flopping hard on his stomach. It made you laugh so hard that your stomach started to hurt.

Soon enough, some Taylor Swift started to play. Ethan memorized a little too much of her songs. The two of you yelled along to the words of Enchanted. "You know so much!" He just shrugged, you smacked him playfully before collapsing onto him. You grabbed another blunt and lit it. 

"Taylor Swift just gets me." He started to tear up, making you laugh even harder.

"Film me! Film me! Film me!" You tossed the phone at him, inhaling some, putting the mask on, and blowing it out through the mask. 

"That looks so cool!" He squealed, handing you the phone. 

"Is this your first time getting high?" You giggled. He slowly nodded, the both of you falling into a fit of giggles. "You try." You handed him the mask. He followed your actions, but just as he was blowing it out, your door was burst open.

"What in the fuck is going on?" Tara mumbled, standing out of shock. You and Ethan looked at each other, you both looked like a deer in headlights, before you broke out into laughter. You fell onto him as you guys laughed together, Tara still standing there. "Y/n, get away!" She held up the taser that Sam kept.

You shook your head, like a child. "Nah, Tar, he's not going to kill me. Trust." You held up your hand. She pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing. 

"Get the fuck away from her!" 

Ethan raised his arms. "I just wanted to get high."