Old Friends

Don't Say No

The walk to Levi's house was a lot longer than I had originally expected it to be, but it wasn't so far away that it was necessary to take the bus. I was pretty surprised when we reached his house, looking up at it to see that it was much larger than my own.

I followed him up the driveway to his front door, waiting patiently as he dug through his pockets to find his keys. After both of us were inside with the door shut behind us he began taking off his shoes to place them near the entrance, and I quietly did so as well. We both left our bags there before going into the living room, sitting down on the sofa together.

I couldn't help but notice how organised the house was, glancing around and appreciating the aesthetically pleasing colour scheme. Eventually, gaze trailed off to look at the large flat screen TV opposite from where we were sitting.

"You want to watch a movie or something?" He asked, clearly in no need of an answer as he was already setting up Netflix. I watched the screen as he searched for a movie, my grin widening in excitement as he selected 'My Neighbour Totoro'.

"Oh, I love this movie!" I beamed cheerfully, glancing over at him with a wide smile. "I used to watch it all the time when I was younger."

"I know," he said simply, as though it were common knowledge, setting the controller down on the coffee table. 

I tilted my head slightly, my brows furrowing slightly in obvious confusion. "What do you mean? How did you know that?"

"Your friend told me," he answered, giving a slight wave of his hand to stop me from asking anymore questions. "Now shush, the movie has already started."

I gave a faint nod, settling in my seat as I looked back over at the screen to switch my attention on the film. It was kind of nostalgic watching this movie again; I hadn't seen it since before I moved to Germany. I remember seeing it with Jean on my last night in town.

I think I prefer watching it now with Levi.

My attention was brought back to the short ravenette as he reached over to the coffee table, searching through a small box before pulling out a small bag. Of course, it was weed. I'm honestly surprised this was the first time I was seeing him smoke, considering that when I first met everyone in the group they all stank of the stuff.

He rolled up a couple of joints, and I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose slightly at the smell. After setting the box back down he finally looked up to meet my gaze, holding one of the joints out to me. "Here."

My gaze flicked between his hand and his eyes, biting lightly down on my inner lip in uncertainty. "Ah, I think I'm fine without, thanks," I mumbled quietly, finally settling my eyes on him.

He raised a brow slightly, before letting a small sigh pass past his lips and lowering his hand slightly. "Right, 'course. You probably haven't even smoked before, have you? Plus you barely even know me, I should really just be glad that you actually agreed to come over."

My brows raised slightly as I stared at him, before finally giving a quiet sigh and reaching over to gently take the joint out of his hold. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly upwards into a faint grin, and he reached over to light it for me. 

Second week and I was already one of the school druggies. Great.

Somehow I ended up lying down on the sofa with my head in his lap, his fingers running thoughtlessly through my hair as we watched the movie. I honestly wasn't paying too much attention to the film at this point, though I did giggle a lot during the scenes where I was actually listening, instead concentrating on the calming touch of the other's fingers and how the smell of weed was slowly starting to become stronger in the large room.