Seven o' clock, PM. Time to get dressed. You jump out of bed and pull on a similar get-up to what you had this morning. A dress shirt and some khaki pants. The other kids at school think it looks austere and idiotic, but what do THEIR opinions matter, anyways? You think it makes you look dignified. As you leave, you take a look at yourself in the mirror. You look at your hair. You really should comb it... but, then again... yeah, it'll be okay. For one night, at least.
It takes you an hour to get where you need to go. You pull up at this rather nice looking one story house. Somewhat large property, actually. Nice and secluded from the rest of the world. Although you're sure that anything could happen back here, you feel like this is a peaceful place. Somewhere you could come and hide if shit happens.
You knock on the door twice. You smell just a little bit of smoke, yet it's enough to bring you back to earlier that day. The door pulls back, and the blonde senior opens the door. "Oh, hey, look who it is, guys!"
Looking back, you spot the six guys you met earlier today reclining on a couch, a recliner, or just plain lying on the floor. All of them look rather glass-eyed as they stare at you, grin, and wave. In the center of the group is a coffee table, where you can spot a multicolored array of bongs.
"Most of the time my invitations don't get accepted." The blonde nudges you in with his arm and shuts the door. "I'm Ron, man."
"Hey..." You look around. Smoke wafts through the air, and you breathe it in easily. It's kinda hard to think...
"How long you'd take to get here?"
"An hour... Why do you ask?"
"You want a drink? You're pretty thirsty, aren't you?"
Come to think of it... You are thirsty...
"Y... yeah..."
Ron leaves and comes back with an open coke can in a minute or so. You drink it for a few seconds, then you stop. You have a question on your mind, and you manage to say it, but it takes quite a bit of willpower to do it for some reason.
"Why are you being so friendly to me?"
Ron grins. "Do you have a problem with it? I just wanna be friends with you, man. You seem like you need some."
"I... kinda do, yeah..."
"Then, it's settled. Let's be friends, man."
"Yeah..." Ron seems like a nice kind of guy. You wouldn't mind getting to know him more. Maybe hang out with him....
"You wanna see somethin'?"
"Huh? Sure..." You feel a little tired all of a sudden.
Ron gently pulls you through his house, bringing you to the far end of it. As you pass through the different rooms, you spot an open one. Inside, various metallic shelves hold what appear to be plants inside of them. You'd probably be able to pinpoint just what they are. But you're feeling kinda woozy... And it's so very hard to think... Even here, the air is filled with pot smoke.
The smoke seems to thin, but not dissipate altogether, as you enter a bedroom at the right-end of the house.
"Forgot to tell you what kind of party this is, man. Sleepover."
"Sleepover? Ron, I dunno, my parents are gonna get pissed if I stay out and not tel..."
"I already called your parents for you. They said it's chill if you spend the weekend at my house. Of course, if you don't want to stay..."
You yawn. Who knew an hour drive could be so tiring, huh? "No, no, that's fine. Don't think I can make it back home, anyways. I'm so sleepy..."
Ron walks over to the dresser in the room and begins pulling out something from it. "Well, alright. If you really want to, you can head to bed right now. First off, though..."
Ron turns around with a long object in his hand. You recognize it as the bowl from the parking lot. "I want you to do something for me."
You watch as Ron prepares it. "I want you to take two hits off this. Don't take them one after the other. The first one, I want you to take it like you did this afternoon." Ron hands you the bowl. "Go ahead and take your first hit."
You do as you're told, bringing the bowl up to your mouth and inhaling. Your mind is too addled to say no. You feel the smoke go down into your lungs, and then quickly flood out as you cough loudly. Your mind has changed, cementing the fact that you and Ron are probably going to be spending more time together, but you don't know that. Ron does, though.
"Gooood... now, this time, try and hold the smoke in. Go ahead."
You lean against the bed, breathing in another dose of smoke, holding your breath. You feel the smoke burn in your lungs, and your mind somehow start to clear, just a bit. You exhale forcefully, gasping lightly for breath.
"Two seconds. A good start, you'll get better at it. Now..." Ron pushes you gently onto the bed with a single hand on your chest, taking notice of the almost unnoticeable amount of peach fuzz that last toke left on your chin before he does. He shuts the door and turns off the light as he leaves, allowing you to quickly fall asleep.