High Times, chapter 2
"Stacey! Wake up!"
I slowly cracked my eyes open as Mike shook me gently. "Mmmph... lemme be..sleep's good," I mumbled, pitifully trying to push him away.
Mike gave me a lazy semi-stoned smile, "Stace, its 2am. You're past curfew."
"SHIT! Why the FUCK didn't you guys wake me up!?!?" I shouted, jumping off BJ's couch. I began to frantically search for my coat while swearing profusely at Mike.
"You fell asleep while we were watching the Smurfs, and then we got distracted by Ian's impression of an astronaut. It was really fuckin' funny, too bad you missed it."
I glared at him, "Gee thanks for looking out for me, Mike."
"Stacy we were fucking STONED!" he whined, "cut us some slack here. The weed was supposed to make you less uptight."
I bit my lip, "I know, I'm sorry. Its just I'm nervous I'm gonna get caught trying to get back in my house this late. You know how my mom is." As I said this, Ian diverted his gaze from the TV and grinned at me stupidly.
"Yo STACE-EEE. You are with the three sneakiest people in the fucking world! We got you c-o-v-e-r-e-d." He looked at Mike inquiringly, "I spelled that right, yeah? 'Course I did! I'm a fuckin genius!" He nodded to himself before turning back to the TV.
"How long does he stay high?" I asked Mike.
"Pshht, Ian's a fucking lightweight. He can get high for hours after like, 2 hits." I giggled while struggling to pull my coat out from under the sofa cushions.
"Man, we can still mess with him for hours then," I cackled, tugging on my coat that would not budge. After getting sick of watching me struggle, Mike came over and helped me, getting a whiff of my hair as he did.
"Jesus Stace. You smell like a fucking weed farm."
"Fuck," I whispered to myself. "Mike, wake Billie up. See if he has some sort of spray." Mike nodded and crept over to where BJ was snoring away on the recliner. He positioned his mouth right in front of Billie's ear before shouting, "PSSSST!"
Billie literally jumped off the recliner and stared at us with wild eyes. Realizing where he was and who we were, he let out a relieved sigh and rubbed his forehead.
"Jeez Mike. I thought you were a fucking ninja coming to get me," he grumbled. This dumb remark caused Mike and I to burst into hysterics.
"Nice Beej, nice... " Mike managed to get out as he regained his breath. Billie gave us a shy smile and blushed with embarrassment.
"I'm still a bit buzzed, leave me alone," he whimpered.
"Just 'a bit'" I inquired sarcastically. He gave me the finger in response. "Hey Bill, do you have any spray I could borrow? Mike says I smell like a weed farm." Billie looked thoughtful for a second before rushing into another room. Knowing he'd be awhile, I sat back down on the couch to wait, motioning for Mike to join me.
"Why am I not still high like you guys?" I questioned as he laid his head in my lap, his long legs sprawled over the rest of the couch.
"Cuz you just aren't as cool as us," he smirked, gazing up at me innocently. I grinned and swatted him on the nose.
"Fuck you."
"I'm jus' playin'," he drawled, "most people don't get that high their first time."
"Guess I'll just have to try it again then," I muttered. Upon hearing my words Mike smiled goofily and held his hand out for a high five.
"Hellll yeah girl!" We both looked up as Billie charged back into the room with three bottles in his hands.
"Ok, so I found a strawberry mango spray, something called 'Angel Mist', and then I got some fabric spray from the laundry room," he clarified for us, talking so fast we could barely understand him. I grabbed a bottle out of his hand and hurriedly sprayed it all over.
"Ok guys, smell check." Mike grabbed a sleeve and Billie dug his nose into my hair.
"Mmm, smells good," they murmured simultaneously. I shook my head and walked over to Ian who was oblivious to the world and watching cartoons.
"Earth to Ian, your sneakiness is required," I told him, waving my hand in front of his eyes. He blinked a few times before directing his dark eyes towards me.
"Yes, master." He replied in his robot voice. I laughed and pulled him off the couch.
"C'mon, I'm already late. Let's go!" He emitted a loud groan as he stretched his arms out, nearly whacking me in the face. "Hey watch it there buddy!" I exclaimed, dodging his wayward arm. He released an obnoxious yawn and grinned at me. Clasping my head in his hand (I'm like, 10 inches shorter than him) he my maneuvered my head around so I was gazing up at him.
"Staceeeeeeee! You are really pretty. Remind me to hang out with girls more often. I've been hanging out with those douchebags for so long, I've forgotten that there are good-looking people in the world," he gestured toward Mike and Billie who were pouting by the doorway.
"We're pretty too you asshole," Billie spat at him. Chuckling, I shoved them through the door as Ian trailed behind me. We stepped out into the cool night air and headed for my house two blocks away.
Mike and I walked behind Billie Joe and Ian who were talking excitedly to one another. I caught enough of the conversation to figure out they were making plans to get me into my house safely. Mike and I remained silent for most of the way, not wanting to attract any more attention to our little group. It was now about three in the morning in a normally quiet neighborhood where people were quick to call the cops on rowdy teenagers.
Finally we reached my street. As we rounded the corner I checked to see if any lights were on in my house. Luckily, they weren't.
"Fuck yes," I whispered as I poked Mike in the side, "She's asleep." I explained when he raised his eyebrows questioningly. We snuck to the side of my house where my open window was. Ian and BJ hoisted me through and mumbled their goodbyes. Mike waved from his position as look out. Then they all snuck back out into the darkness.
Sighing to myself, I laid back onto my bed and gazed up into the shadows.
"I can't believe I just did that."
I slowly cracked my eyes open as Mike shook me gently. "Mmmph... lemme be..sleep's good," I mumbled, pitifully trying to push him away.
Mike gave me a lazy semi-stoned smile, "Stace, its 2am. You're past curfew."
"SHIT! Why the FUCK didn't you guys wake me up!?!?" I shouted, jumping off BJ's couch. I began to frantically search for my coat while swearing profusely at Mike.
"You fell asleep while we were watching the Smurfs, and then we got distracted by Ian's impression of an astronaut. It was really fuckin' funny, too bad you missed it."
I glared at him, "Gee thanks for looking out for me, Mike."
"Stacy we were fucking STONED!" he whined, "cut us some slack here. The weed was supposed to make you less uptight."
I bit my lip, "I know, I'm sorry. Its just I'm nervous I'm gonna get caught trying to get back in my house this late. You know how my mom is." As I said this, Ian diverted his gaze from the TV and grinned at me stupidly.
"Yo STACE-EEE. You are with the three sneakiest people in the fucking world! We got you c-o-v-e-r-e-d." He looked at Mike inquiringly, "I spelled that right, yeah? 'Course I did! I'm a fuckin genius!" He nodded to himself before turning back to the TV.
"How long does he stay high?" I asked Mike.
"Pshht, Ian's a fucking lightweight. He can get high for hours after like, 2 hits." I giggled while struggling to pull my coat out from under the sofa cushions.
"Man, we can still mess with him for hours then," I cackled, tugging on my coat that would not budge. After getting sick of watching me struggle, Mike came over and helped me, getting a whiff of my hair as he did.
"Jesus Stace. You smell like a fucking weed farm."
"Fuck," I whispered to myself. "Mike, wake Billie up. See if he has some sort of spray." Mike nodded and crept over to where BJ was snoring away on the recliner. He positioned his mouth right in front of Billie's ear before shouting, "PSSSST!"
Billie literally jumped off the recliner and stared at us with wild eyes. Realizing where he was and who we were, he let out a relieved sigh and rubbed his forehead.
"Jeez Mike. I thought you were a fucking ninja coming to get me," he grumbled. This dumb remark caused Mike and I to burst into hysterics.
"Nice Beej, nice... " Mike managed to get out as he regained his breath. Billie gave us a shy smile and blushed with embarrassment.
"I'm still a bit buzzed, leave me alone," he whimpered.
"Just 'a bit'" I inquired sarcastically. He gave me the finger in response. "Hey Bill, do you have any spray I could borrow? Mike says I smell like a weed farm." Billie looked thoughtful for a second before rushing into another room. Knowing he'd be awhile, I sat back down on the couch to wait, motioning for Mike to join me.
"Why am I not still high like you guys?" I questioned as he laid his head in my lap, his long legs sprawled over the rest of the couch.
"Cuz you just aren't as cool as us," he smirked, gazing up at me innocently. I grinned and swatted him on the nose.
"Fuck you."
"I'm jus' playin'," he drawled, "most people don't get that high their first time."
"Guess I'll just have to try it again then," I muttered. Upon hearing my words Mike smiled goofily and held his hand out for a high five.
"Hellll yeah girl!" We both looked up as Billie charged back into the room with three bottles in his hands.
"Ok, so I found a strawberry mango spray, something called 'Angel Mist', and then I got some fabric spray from the laundry room," he clarified for us, talking so fast we could barely understand him. I grabbed a bottle out of his hand and hurriedly sprayed it all over.
"Ok guys, smell check." Mike grabbed a sleeve and Billie dug his nose into my hair.
"Mmm, smells good," they murmured simultaneously. I shook my head and walked over to Ian who was oblivious to the world and watching cartoons.
"Earth to Ian, your sneakiness is required," I told him, waving my hand in front of his eyes. He blinked a few times before directing his dark eyes towards me.
"Yes, master." He replied in his robot voice. I laughed and pulled him off the couch.
"C'mon, I'm already late. Let's go!" He emitted a loud groan as he stretched his arms out, nearly whacking me in the face. "Hey watch it there buddy!" I exclaimed, dodging his wayward arm. He released an obnoxious yawn and grinned at me. Clasping my head in his hand (I'm like, 10 inches shorter than him) he my maneuvered my head around so I was gazing up at him.
"Staceeeeeeee! You are really pretty. Remind me to hang out with girls more often. I've been hanging out with those douchebags for so long, I've forgotten that there are good-looking people in the world," he gestured toward Mike and Billie who were pouting by the doorway.
"We're pretty too you asshole," Billie spat at him. Chuckling, I shoved them through the door as Ian trailed behind me. We stepped out into the cool night air and headed for my house two blocks away.
Mike and I walked behind Billie Joe and Ian who were talking excitedly to one another. I caught enough of the conversation to figure out they were making plans to get me into my house safely. Mike and I remained silent for most of the way, not wanting to attract any more attention to our little group. It was now about three in the morning in a normally quiet neighborhood where people were quick to call the cops on rowdy teenagers.
Finally we reached my street. As we rounded the corner I checked to see if any lights were on in my house. Luckily, they weren't.
"Fuck yes," I whispered as I poked Mike in the side, "She's asleep." I explained when he raised his eyebrows questioningly. We snuck to the side of my house where my open window was. Ian and BJ hoisted me through and mumbled their goodbyes. Mike waved from his position as look out. Then they all snuck back out into the darkness.
Sighing to myself, I laid back onto my bed and gazed up into the shadows.
"I can't believe I just did that."
