Alice In Wonderland, chapter 5
I took a swig of my beer as I sat on the jetty with Billie's arm around me.
"So how did all this happen then?" said Mike waving is finger from me to Billie. I wish he wouldn't do that. I ignored his question completely and looked out at the lake. The sun was up high and burning my skin. It tingled slightly but I liked it for some reason. Billie answered his question eventually.
"Umm...well it took about 2 weeks of pestering and rejection and 20 minutes alone with her." He smiled at me.
Some hours went by filled with laughter, loud music, beer and cigarettes. I didn't usually smoke but I made the exception for today as everybody else did it. Billie kissed me softly and would occasionally lick my lips. I drifted away to another world whenever he did this. Unfortunately he stopped and turned to his ignorant friend Mike. He leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Mike then nodded in agreement then buggered off somewhere. I was quite glad cause it meant I could be alone with him for a few moments. I sat up then turned around putting each of my knees on either side of him. I held his face in my hands and brushed away any hair that was drooping over his eyes. I kissed him gently on the neck then started to make my way further up his face making sure not to touch his lips. He trembled then started to move his hand up my back. I planted my last kiss on the side of his mouth the parted from him and looked into his green eyes. They were even more beautiful in the moonlight and the light coming from the campfire that was hitting one side of his face.
Obviously Mike had to interrupt with a cough that was meant to break us apart for a while. I sighed and looked at him. You know if looks could kill he would be pushing up the daisies by now. He held out a battered guitar as he sat down opposite us. Billie pus his hands on my waist and gently pushed me off of his lap. He took the guitar and started strumming some chords. He took a breath between his teeth.
"Who the fuck tuned this the last?" he asked Mike.
"Uh...that would be Tim."
"Ah, that explains it." He started to tune the guitar with his rough fingers. "And... you got any?"
Mike laughed. "Of course I did." As he said this he held out doggy bag stuffed with pure marijuana.
Billie snatched the bag off of Mike.
"You ever tried this?" he asked, waving it in front of me.
"No, I can't say I have."
He smiled and started to roll a pokey spliff taking care not to drop any on to the ground. I watched as he gently rolled his fingers then ran his tongue along the rizler. He finished then held it up for inspection. He licked is lips then took a lighter out of his pocket and lit it up. I watched closely as he put his lips gently around it and took a deep breath in. He let it out slowly looking and smiling at me.
"You wanna try some?" he asked. His voice was different for some reason.
I hesitated for a bit but then took the spliff that he had offered me. Watching him take a drag made it easier for me too do it. It was harsh against my throat but it tasted nice. I let it out just as slowly as I had taken it in. I got a rush to my head then took another 3 drags. Easier to toke on and sweeter than the last. I passed it back to Billie who was smiling. He took a few more tokes then passed it on to Mike.
"So how did all this happen then?" said Mike waving is finger from me to Billie. I wish he wouldn't do that. I ignored his question completely and looked out at the lake. The sun was up high and burning my skin. It tingled slightly but I liked it for some reason. Billie answered his question eventually.
"Umm...well it took about 2 weeks of pestering and rejection and 20 minutes alone with her." He smiled at me.
Some hours went by filled with laughter, loud music, beer and cigarettes. I didn't usually smoke but I made the exception for today as everybody else did it. Billie kissed me softly and would occasionally lick my lips. I drifted away to another world whenever he did this. Unfortunately he stopped and turned to his ignorant friend Mike. He leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Mike then nodded in agreement then buggered off somewhere. I was quite glad cause it meant I could be alone with him for a few moments. I sat up then turned around putting each of my knees on either side of him. I held his face in my hands and brushed away any hair that was drooping over his eyes. I kissed him gently on the neck then started to make my way further up his face making sure not to touch his lips. He trembled then started to move his hand up my back. I planted my last kiss on the side of his mouth the parted from him and looked into his green eyes. They were even more beautiful in the moonlight and the light coming from the campfire that was hitting one side of his face.
Obviously Mike had to interrupt with a cough that was meant to break us apart for a while. I sighed and looked at him. You know if looks could kill he would be pushing up the daisies by now. He held out a battered guitar as he sat down opposite us. Billie pus his hands on my waist and gently pushed me off of his lap. He took the guitar and started strumming some chords. He took a breath between his teeth.
"Who the fuck tuned this the last?" he asked Mike.
"Uh...that would be Tim."
"Ah, that explains it." He started to tune the guitar with his rough fingers. "And... you got any?"
Mike laughed. "Of course I did." As he said this he held out doggy bag stuffed with pure marijuana.
Billie snatched the bag off of Mike.
"You ever tried this?" he asked, waving it in front of me.
"No, I can't say I have."
He smiled and started to roll a pokey spliff taking care not to drop any on to the ground. I watched as he gently rolled his fingers then ran his tongue along the rizler. He finished then held it up for inspection. He licked is lips then took a lighter out of his pocket and lit it up. I watched closely as he put his lips gently around it and took a deep breath in. He let it out slowly looking and smiling at me.
"You wanna try some?" he asked. His voice was different for some reason.
I hesitated for a bit but then took the spliff that he had offered me. Watching him take a drag made it easier for me too do it. It was harsh against my throat but it tasted nice. I let it out just as slowly as I had taken it in. I got a rush to my head then took another 3 drags. Easier to toke on and sweeter than the last. I passed it back to Billie who was smiling. He took a few more tokes then passed it on to Mike.
