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Post by maddiec on Apr 14, 2008 17:40:31 GMT -5
It had been raining for days. The dark color of the sky seemed to darken everyone's moods, and after many days of nothing but rain, the sun has actually decided to make an appearance for once, and Chantilly Bronwyn was one of the many people who were going to take advantage of the rare situation. It had been a while since she had even touched a soccer ball, and the muscles in her feet were wanting to tighten so very badly as she kicked the black and white colored ball.
With the ball tucked loosely under her right arm, she began making her way across the park. She weaved in and out through the play structure, taking note on all the different parts. Her attire for the unusually sunny day consisted of a pair of dark blue running shorts that almost reached her mid thigh, and a plain white tank top with one inch wide straps. The top layer of her hair was pulled back into a half pony tail, and she allowed the rest to cascade down her back.
Once at the soccer field, she dropped the ball at her feet and slowly walked over to the goal as she kicked the ball easily in front of her. She stopped about 20 yards out in front of the goal, and then took a few steps back as her lips pursed together in thought.
The angle was perfect. The ball was a little off to the right of the goal, giving Chantilly lots of opportunity to bend the ball beautifully into the back of the net. A small smile slipped onto her lips, and she took one long stride, planted her left foot to the side of the ball, flung her right foot back and then gave the ball a good, solid kick. The laces of her sneakers hit right in the center of the ball, sending it flying into the air. It spun forwards, and then made a loud sound as it ran down the back of the net. A perfect shot.
A small sigh brushed passed her lips as she jogged effortlessly to the net. She bent down and quickly untangled the ball from the back of it. For another 15 minutes, she continued shooting at the goal, only missing a few as she did so. She kicked it one last time and then went over to the side of the goal post. She leaned against it, and then let her body slide down it so that she was sitting down on the ground. With another small sigh, she grabbed her ball and then tossed it lightly between her hands, enjoying the sun on her bare skin.
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Post by Antigone Crow on Apr 20, 2008 15:25:41 GMT -5
Soccer was a common sport, played by many. So, it just so happened that the two cousins had both played it for years. Annie had quit because she just lost interest, and Colton had done the same so he would have more time for hockey. There were times, however, when the two decided to play for fun. And when it came down to them, things could never just be for fun. The two had highly competitive spirits, and both were rather athletic and knew how to play rather well. His only advantages would have to be his strength and speed, though she wasn’t far behind him on the latter.
“Colton, I give, I give!” Of course, they often got too side-tracked to even play the game correctly. He distracted her and cheated, and at this moment, that was exactly what he was doing. She laughed as she ran away from him, completely forgetting about the ball, and he caught up with her quickly. His arms snagged her waist and brought her back against himself, and she felt more laughter leave her when he simply held her tight. She squealed, giggling when he picked her up. “I quit! You win!” She giggled even more when he swung her around, and held her still after a moment, waiting for her to catch her breath. It took them both a moment longer than you’d expect, even after all the running they’d done–smoker’s lungs. She frowned for a moment, and pouted up at him. “You always win.” “I know.” He dropped her and watched her hit the ground, snickering lightly to himself and dropping down next to her. She was stretched out on her back, resting her head on his lap, chest rising and falling faster than usual. She was dressed as she would for any sport’s practice, or something of the like; a pair of her old volleyball shorts, rolled twice to reveal slim legs. Her camisole was a dark magenta, cut off to reveal her smooth stomach and the piercing she’d left in for once. Her chocolate-and-magenta curls were pulled back into a loose bun, quite a few strands falling loose. Her eyes were lined with only black, and no other make-up was on her face for once. He was dressed just as simply; loose soccer shorts brushed past his knees, in a shade of dark green. A black wife-beater was all he wore on top, revealing nicely tones muscles that would probably distract Annie had she not been his cousin. A smile was in place for once, rare for the usually straight-faced young man, though he was having fun.
“Grab my bag, will you?” She murmured, eyes closed for the moment. He reached over (they’d dropped down close to wear they’d dropped their shit) and grabbed it, dropping it next to her. She fished through it and found her cigarettes, but a rather large supply of something else fell out in the process. Further investigation proved it to be pot. Colton raised his eyebrows, and she smiled innocent. “..It’s 4/20.” He shrugged, snagging one of her cigarettes and lit up. “Roll me one when you do one for yourself.” “..Love yah, Colt. No telling Kate, bueno?” “Whatever.”Soccer was a common sport, played by many. So, it just so happened that the two cousins had both played it for years. Annie had quit because she just lost interest, and Colton had done the same so he would have more time for hockey. There were times, however, when the two decided to play for fun. And when it came down to them, things could never just be for fun. The two had highly competitive spirits, and both were rather athletic and knew how to play rather well. His only advantages would have to be his strength and speed, though she wasn’t far behind him on the latter.
“Colton, I give, I give!” Of course, they often got too side-tracked to even play the game correctly. He distracted her and cheated, and at this moment, that was exactly what he was doing. She laughed as she ran away from him, completely forgetting about the ball, and he caught up with her quickly. His arms snagged her waist and brought her back against himself, and she felt more laughter leave her when he simply held her tight. She squealed, giggling when he picked her up. “I quit! You win!” She giggled even more when he swung her around, and held her still after a moment, waiting for her to catch her breath. It took them both a moment longer than you’d expect, even after all the running they’d done–smoker’s lungs. She frowned for a moment, and pouted up at him. “You always win.” “I know.” He dropped her and watched her hit the ground, snickering lightly to himself and dropping down next to her. She was stretched out on her back, resting her head on his lap, chest rising and falling faster than usual. She was dressed as she would for any sport’s practice, or something of the like; a pair of her old volleyball shorts, rolled twice to reveal slim legs. Her camisole was a dark magenta, cut off to reveal her smooth stomach and the piercing she’d left in for once. Her chocolate-and-magenta curls were pulled back into a loose bun, quite a few strands falling loose. Her eyes were lined with only black, and no other make-up was on her face for once. He was dressed just as simply; loose soccer shorts brushed past his knees, in a shade of dark green. A black wife-beater was all he wore on top, revealing nicely tones muscles that would probably distract Annie had she not been his cousin. A smile was in place for once, rare for the usually straight-faced young man, though he was having fun.
“Grab my bag, will you?” She murmured, eyes closed for the moment. He reached over (they’d dropped down close to wear they’d dropped their shit) and grabbed it, dropping it next to her. She fished through it and found her cigarettes, but a rather large supply of something else fell out in the process. Further investigation proved it to be pot. Colton raised his eyebrows, and she smiled innocent. “..It’s 4/20.” He shrugged, snagging one of her cigarettes and lit up. “Roll me one when you do one for yourself.” “..Love yah, Colt. No telling Kate, bueno?” “Whatever.”
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 20, 2008 15:45:39 GMT -5
“Would you go outside, please?”
The strained and annoyed voice came from the petite Native American woman standing in the doorway to Paul’s room. Her arms were crossed against her chest and she was wearing a glare worthy of one of his own. He had always known his attitude was genetic.
Paul sat up in his bed, hair ruffled and eyes bleary. “Huh?” he asked, looking around in a daze. He had been in and out of sleep all morning, trying to catch up on a week’s worth of little to no sleep. It was Sunday; no patrols, no school, and no chores. A whole day to himself, which would be used for sleep. If it weren’t for all the real problems he had, the idea that he had no social life might have depressed him a bit.
His mother just narrowed her eyes further. “I said, you need to get outside. You look so pale, honey, I’m worried about you.” Her kind tone was a contradiction to the threatening looking broom she held. Paul gulped and kicked the covers off his bed quickly, knowing his mother was not one to be argued with.
“Sure, mom, I’ll uh…go…play sports?” he offered, tugging on a clean pair of jeans over his boxers. It wasn’t like he ever wore anything else in the first place. She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue at his appearance but said nothing as she wandered away to finish cleaning the hallway.
Bright light poured into his room from the single window and he could see the sun from where he stood. Looking at his clock, he saw it was noon, and a grin flickered over his face. It would be a great day to go running, since apparently he couldn’t sleep…
But then, he saw his calendar.
It was April 20th.
With new plans in tact, Paul kicked on a pair of shoes and hopped out of his room awkwardly as he tried to get slip them on the whole way.
“Where are you going?” his mother asked, raising an eyebrow at his retreating figure.
With a large grin, Paul answered “Gonna go find my friend Annie.” And smoke some pot. But he didn’t add that last part.
He found her easily enough. The soccer park was well outside the town limits, which was perfect for lighting up and not getting in trouble. There were no doubts that Annie wouldn’t have anything on her – she was the one who gave him his first roach a week ago, for Christ’s sake.
Thanks to her magenta-streaked hair he spotted her quickly. She was with that guy he had met in Port Angeles…Colton? Paul didn’t like him much but it was all good as long as Annie had pot.
“Hey! New Girl!” he yelled as he ran across the field, kicking off his shoes, the grass hot under his newly exposed feet. He stopped short, almost falling when he finally reached her and her cousin. Plopping down on the grass with ease, he grinned. “Got anything to share?”
He took a glance around the soccer field and noticed two other people there. In his excitement to smoke he failed to realize that they might not exactly eager with his view on smoking an illegal substance. Well, maybe they wouldn’t be angry if they shared?
The blonde caught his attention immediately and he waved a hand at her to come over. Any other time he might have hit on her but something made him hold back. Probably for the better anyway. If she got offended that might led to a call to a certain balding police chief.
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Post by maddiec on Apr 20, 2008 16:00:41 GMT -5
Jacob was out driving in his Rabbit, something he hadn't done in a while. Being a werewolf meant that he didn't really need a car much, although Jake would still drive his most prized possession as much as possible. The windows were all rolled down, letting the cool air whip around into the car. He stopped at a small intersection, and quickly glanced to his right at the soccer field. He felt his hand grip hard onto the steering wheel as he saw Annie running around with some guy. No, she wasn't just running with him. They were wrestling and acting all flirty; something that Jake definitely didn't approve of. So, he turned to the right and parked on the side of the street.
He quickly stepped out of his car and practically slammed the door shut, and didn't bother to even lock the door. He shoved his keys into his pocket and began walking to the soccer field. He quickly passed by a girl who seemed to be curled up into a ball, and nodded hello. It didn't take him long to reach Annie and the young man, and when he did he stopped and folded his arms over his chest. "Hey, Annie." he said quietly, and he glanced down at Paul and grinned. Yes, he was angry and upset, but he didn't let it show. He had to make sure that Annie had been flirting with someone she shouldn't have before he kicked the poor guys' ass.
Chantilly watched the couple in front of her with mild interest. She could only assume they were dating, and she sighed deeply when they sat down. She noticed her bag and figured that what she had in the small plastic bag was pot. Chantilly had done pot a few times here and there. The last time she had done it was a few months ago when her and her friends had gone out clubbing. She couldn't really remember much of the night, although the things she did remember were quite amusing. She grinned at the thought of it.
She rose her eye brows as one of the guys who had joined the couple waved her over. First she hesitated, but soon she stood up and began making her way to the small group. After a few moments she stopped in front of them and smiled, and then glanced down. Yes, it was definitely pot that the girl had. She then remembered that it was 4/20. "Mind sharing on this special day?" she asked, her voice full of amusement. With a small laugh, she sat down on the grass besides the guy who had waved her over. "I'm Chantilly, by the way."
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Post by ambrysageholk on Apr 20, 2008 16:20:25 GMT -5
I was in the park as well, enjoying the feel of sun on my skin. Much I loved rain, sometimes it was good to get a bit of light. My pale, scarred arms were bare to the world- I was wearing a black tank top over uber-tight blue jeans. It was one of three pairs of jeans that actually fit me and I had washed them just last night. I shook her long blonde hair out of my face, actually smiling.
I looked up and saw another woman practicing soccer. I myself wasn't much into athletics, although she was extremely thin. Back where I came from, people had told me I was very skinny with curves in all the right places, but I thought they were just being nice. I hated the tiny bit of fat which I friends and even people whom I barely knew said was not even noticeable unless you pinched it.
But still, I wore tight clothes that were too small for me because I hadn't been able to buy clothes for two years. Thank the goddess I don't grow anymore, I thought. The goddess bit? I'd picked that up from my friend Willa back home a while back. I'd already been vaguely pagan but mostly athiest back then. Now I was mostly pagan with a bit of athiest. It had become habit, and I scared a lot of people with my behaviour.
I sat at the edge of the field, watching the girl play out of lack for something better to do. My mind drifted, and I pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my ching on them. Long wisps hair drifted on the slight breeze. I thought about eighth grade- that was when everything really kicked up. I'd started cutting in seventh grade, but I started smoking pot in eighth. I hadn't had any since graduation- I didn't know where to get any here.
As for the cutting, I'd stopped with that in eleventh grade once it sabotaged a good portion of my relationships, friendships, ect. My grades had only been good enough to get my into community college.
"Fuck this," I said, looking at my one acceptance letter. There had been five denial letters already, and not all of the colleges had responded yet. "This is stupid." I stood up and grabbed my keys off of the table and headed out to the piece of shit car that was all I could afford. There was two weeks left of school and I was sick of it all. I took out the crappy phone I'd had since sixth grade and called my best friend, Willa.
"Hello?" She picked up on the third ring. She had just gotten a new phone and was very good about answering it, unlike me.
"I'm leaving," I said. "Dropping out. I'm heading out of town now."
"Oh," she said, unsurprised. "Where're you going?"
"I dunno. I'll call you and tell you once I get there."
"Okay."
Except I never had. I missed Willa sometimes, but it really was better to be alone, without too many reminders of my old life. That was how I thought of it. I took out my cell phone, the smae one I'd called her on. Her number was still in here, assuming she hadn't changed it. I sat there, idly flipping hte lid open and closed, open and closed.
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Post by ambrysageholk on Apr 20, 2008 16:34:58 GMT -5
I scrutinized the group. That bag looked suspiciously like pot. I smiled- I remembered how much fun I had being high. Besides, things looked pretty interesting over in that group. I stood, dusting myself off and putting my crappy phone in my pocket- it just barely fit- before heading over to the group. Looking at the bag again I confirmed her suspicions of pot. I hadn't realized how much I missed smoking that stuff. It was fun, real fun. And it always made me feel better, like medicine. If it weren't for pot, I would have dropped out of school a long time before I actually did. I remembered getting Willa to smoke some for our first time together in eighth grade. Willa was cool, supportive and all. A lot of out friends wouldn't have understood, wouldn't have done it themselves. But Willa was cool with it, she wasn't afraid to try new things. Sometimes I really missed her.
The newest boy to arrive seemed rather angry. In fact he'd just demanded an answer to a question of some sort. Seriously, demanded, like the girl he was talking to had had to answer or else. Should I wait? Looking at the other boy who had arrived- both of them were half naked, I noted not without a bit mental giggling. Appreciating the view, I tapped him on the shoulder. He felt like he had a fever, but I just reasoned that he may have also been enjoying the sun. For a long time. Like, all day so far. They were both in really good shape, too, like seriously toned. I mean like, wow. That was some eye candy there.
"Hey," I said fearlessly. My friends always asked me how I did that, just walked up to someone and started talking. It was really pretty easy for me. "Hey what've you guys got there? Feel like sharing?" I smiled brightly. "Sharing is caring, you know."
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 20, 2008 16:57:12 GMT -5
A car door slamming in the distance caused Paul to turn his head. He saw Jacob (the only boy in the pack who kept his hair long) and stifled a chuckle. Of course Jake would think what he had first thought about Colton, that he was some guy Annie was messing around with. But Paul, thankfully, already knew the deal.
"Hey man!" he greeted Jake cheerily. "Gonna take a sit and light up with us? It's 420," he explained casually, as though that made it okay for them to smoke pot. He was pretty sure it was still illegal, even if it was like National Smoke Pot Day or whatever.
Figuring it would be way more amusing if Annie explained to Jake herself about Colton, he turned to the approaching girl. She couldn't have been much older than he was, but then again he did look much older than eighteen. "I'm Paul," he said, extending a hand to her. "And yeah, I'm sure Annie doesn't mind sharing." Paul winked at Annie from where he sat. "I'll pay you back some time, promise."
And he hadn't even seen the other girl sitting on the edge of the field. It reminded him of what he said to Embry; it was like La Push was exploding with girls. Well, that was fine with Paul.
"Yeah, take a seat," he nodded, jutting his chin at a blank expanse of grass beside Colton.
He grabbed the baggie from Annie's bag and began to roll a joint. He was a fast learner and had watched her closely at her house when he had been over to rehearse lines. Once he was done he fished the lighter from his back pocket and sighed in relaxation as the smoke filled his lungs. Paul was convinced that getting high was absolutely the best feeling ever.
He passed it along to Chantilly, not one to hog the goods. "So, where do you guys go to school?" he asked her and Ambry.
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Post by maddiec on Apr 20, 2008 17:09:43 GMT -5
Chantilly grinned as she was welcomed into the group, and she extended her hand out to Paul's. "It's nice to meet you." she responded as she shook hands with him. His skin was so...warm, and it surprised her a little bit, but it definitely didn't bother her. She took the small baggy from Paul and then began rolling her own joint, it wasn't as perfect as Paul's, but it held together and that was really the only thing that mattered.
She brought it to her lightly glossed lips, and then untangled the lighter from Paul's fingers. With a small chuckle, she lifted the lighter to her joint and then inhaled slowly, and closed her eyes for a moment as the wonderful drug started taking it's effect on her. She threw the lighter softly back to Paul and then took a few long drags.
"I'm a senior here at La Push High School." she replied, blowing smoke from her mouth. "What about you?" she asked, glancing over at him. He looked like he was out of high school, and so did the young man standing besides her.
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Post by ambrysageholk on Apr 20, 2008 17:20:24 GMT -5
I sat, flopping down on the grass and leaning back, supporting myself with my hands, perfectly content to wait for the joint to be passed around. I remembered the special technique of smoking pot, even after almost a year. I combed my long hair out of my face again. Pulling a hairtie out of my pocket, I swept it back into a messy ponytail until my waist-length hair was finally managed. My green-brown eyes closed contentedly. I sighed, for once perfectly at peace. Funny how all it took was a couple half-naked men, a few others, and a joint to unwind. I remembered how that went back at home. Only then, some of the men hadn't been just half naked.
I opened her eyes again when the boy with the buzz cut spoke. I shrugged. "I don't go to school anymore. Dropped out almost a year ago. Got tired of that shit." I closed my eyes again, thinking about that last conversation with Willa again. Tension began to flood back as I remembered how Willa had called every once in a while and I had ignored her, not wanting to hear any shit about 'Why didn't you call me', or whatever Willa had to say. Their other friends had also called only to be ignored. Damn, I really needed a hit off that joint.
Looking around to see where in the circle the stuff was,I took in exactly how dangerous the long-haired Native American looked. He was, like, furious and it was scary. Lookng at Buzz-Cut again, I realized his face could be the same way if he wanted it to be. I shivered, not sure why I was scared. I pushed it off and took out my phone again. I went to Willa's number, my index finger hovering over the little green 'Call' button. Then I decided against it.
I'm with people right now, I thought. I'll call her after I'm, like, not high anymore. I didn't let myself think about how I probably wouldn't. I told myself to call Willa at least almost every day. Never did. Made excuses for myself. I was busy today, I didn't have time. I forgot. I'll do it tomorrow. The fact was, I wanted to talk to her. Not really anyone else- Denver would nag me to come home, Nat would scold me for leaving... It'd be a big pain in the ass. But Willa wouldn't do that, she never did. I sighed deeply.
A bit, I realized I would roll my own. Looking around for the bag and paper, I looked back at Buzz Cut. I didn't know any names, a now-usual experience for me.
You know, I thought to myself. There was a reason that ancient culture considered pot to be, like, holy.
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Post by Antigone Crow on Apr 20, 2008 19:20:14 GMT -5
Suddenly there were tons of people around her, and being slightly high already (hello, meth), she was confused. She blinked and nodded, dropping the bag of pot on the ground as well as the supplies to roll a joint. "Help yourselves." She quickly rolled one for herself and her cousin, tossing him a lighter and absently tucking her joint behind her ear for the moment.
"Jake!" A bright smile was pulled onto her lips when he showed up, and she promptly launched herself at him and kissed him before he had a chance to say anything. She pulled away after a moment, just to murmur, "Hola, amor." She didn't pull away any more then that keep her arms looped absently around his neck and standing up on tip-toe.
Jake. Colton frowned a little, and then remembered that to be the name of her boyfriend. He nodded towards him as he took a long drag on his joint, and exhaled as he spoke. "Sorry if you saw us messin' around--it doesn't mean anything. I'm her cousin." It seemed as if he had to specify that around these people. That one other person there, Paul, had already assumed she was two-timing Jake. Oh, well, it happens.
He listened as everyone spoke of their age, and he cursed lightly. "Shit, I feel old." Hell, he was old. "I'm a sophmore in college." He went to school in Boston now, but if any of them had older siblings, they'd maybe know him. Hell, if they heard his last name they probably would--his sister's illness wasn't exactly kept hush-hush.
"Er, I'm Annie, for those who didn't know. And the sulky one in green is Colton." She nodded, sticking her tongue out at him when he flipped her off. She absently taking her joint from behind her ear and playing with it; only one arm looped around Jake's neck now. "Want one?" She asked, eyebrows raised.
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Post by Jacob Black on Apr 20, 2008 20:44:08 GMT -5
A very loud sigh of relief managed to escape Jacob's mouth. Knowing that the young man, Colton, was her cousin was very reassuring. He chuckled a little, slightly amused for how much he had over reacted. You couldn't really blame him, how would you feel if you thought your girlfriend was two timing you? Yes, you would have reacted in the same exact manner. So don't judge him.
He wrapped his arms loosely around Annie's waist, and nodded towards Colton in recognition. He chuckled quietly, "420?" he asked, raising both of his eyebrows. The special day had completely slipped his mind. After some thought, he tilted his head a little to the side. "You know what? Why not." he smirked, glancing down at Paul. "Make me a joint." This was a one time thing though, he told himself that he was only doing because it was 4/20. That was partially true. Jake had always wanted to know what it was like to smoke pot. Well, I guess now was his chance.
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Post by Antigone Crow on Apr 20, 2008 21:03:28 GMT -5
Annie rolled her eyes, smiling a little. "I know, shaky history, you have every right to be nervous." She sure did have one hell of a shaky history, especially involving relationships. "But seeing as I find incest extremely creepy, we're good." She nodded, smiling and absently kissing him on the cheek. "But, I promise nothing'll happen at all, incest or not." Yep, she was definitely high.
"Si, si, 4/20. Basically, National Stoner's Day." She celebrated it every year. Yes, she was supposed to be detoxing, but Colton knew that and hadn't said anything yet.
Colton nodded back, absently inhaling nice and long on his joint. When Jake mentioned he wanted one, he started on rolling another--his fingers weren't as quick as hers in making the joint, though were quick enough. He offered it up to her once he was finished, and she grabbed it quickly. She absently placed it between her boyfriend's lips and smiled, reaching for the lighter that she kept down her bra (hey, she had no pockets, damnit) and lit it up quickly for him.
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 20, 2008 21:07:32 GMT -5
It's always pleasant to hear it's nice to meet you. Doesn't everyone want to cause happiness? Paul smiled and nodded back. "Nice to meet you, too." Paul isn't one for being nice but he can't help it when he's high. A side-effect of the weed, surely.
"Me, too," he said slowly, looking her over. He didn't remember seeing her around. "You're new here, huh?" It came out a bit dryly; everyone seems to be new nowadays.
His attention was brought back to the other girl, whose name he doesn't know yet. Her response to his question brought a rough laugh to his lips. "Well, alright," he shrugged, blissed out on Annie's drugs. He wondered if he ever sounded that defensive around other people.
He rolled his eyes as Annie attacked Jake (well, kissed him, same difference) and leaned back on his elbows, studying Colton's reaction. Paul felt a bit paranoid with him and wanted to keep an eye on him all the same, just in case.
"Make your own damn joint, what the hell do I look like, your slave?" Paul scowled and tossed the baggie to the taller boy, digging his heel into the dirt and grass with a refined stubborness. He was never going to be high enough to be an ass to Jake.
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Post by Jacob Black on Apr 20, 2008 21:25:20 GMT -5
"Thanks." he murmured to Colton, and then slowly nodded his head. Jacob allowed Annie to slip the joint between his lips, and once it was lit he inhaled deeply. Just like anyone else's first time smoking, he started coughing. His throat suddenly felt dry and the smoke seemed to fill his lungs, making it feel like they were on fire. He turned away from Annie so that he could catch his breath. Once he was breathing properly, he turned back to Annie with a small smile on his lips. With the cigarette between his forefinger and middle finger, he brought it back up to his lips and took another drag. This time he didn't cough, and he was able to breath properly.
Chantilly inhaled deeply on her joint, and the pot started taking effect on her quickly. A small amount went such a long way. She turned to Paul, "Yea, I'm new." she responded, grimacing a little. There were so many new kids from what she had heard, and she hated just being 'another new girl'.
As the drug got her more and more stoned, she found it harder to sit up straight. She plopped down so that she was laying on her back, and then she rolled onto her stomach and put her elbows down on the ground and propped her chin down onto her hands, facing the small group that had suddenly formed. Every few moments she would inhale on her joint, and then exhale the smoke out in front of her. She glanced over at Paul, a small smile on her lips. He was cute, and it was obvious that she thought so. Usually she would probably be a bit more held back, but she was high with tended to make her much more straight forward.
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Post by Antigone Crow on Apr 20, 2008 21:43:14 GMT -5
Annie bit back a smile when he started coughing. "Yeah, it kinda sucks at first, but then it gets nice." She pressed abent kisses against his jaw once he was breathing alright, keeping one arm around his neck still, unconsciously drawing herself closer to him. Yeah, she enjoyed teasing and being affectionate, but he never seemed to be bothered by it.
She smiled a little, lightly taking the joint from him and inhaling for a long moment. She gave it back after that, and went up on tiptoe to kiss him. Expert lips parted his, and she softly exhaled the smoke as she kissed him. An ex-boy friend toy of hers had taught her that trick, and she'd always enjoyed it: drug went straight into your system and intro your lungs.
Colton rolled his eyes, grimacinf a little. "Get a room, would you?" He sighed when his cousin simply ignored him, and shrugged. Whatever. As long as things didn't turn into live porn, he'd be fine.
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