The odd thing about this form of communication is that you’re more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings.
“so… yeah..! okay, now that we’re a little high… i’ve got something fun for us. how about some corny pick up lines? for practice..? i’ll go. have you ever read Looking for Alaska? “Ya’ll smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.” i was thinking… well… i smoke to die too, but at least it’s dying while having a smoke with you. shit! not gonna lie, this is mad tripping me out.“
“let’s talk about your smile for a minute. the way you smile with such happiness? they can’t take that away from me… unless they take your eyes… or my smile.”
Laughter is being shared between the two with the half-gone blunt as an hourglass. They both decided that skipping class for one day during senior year is becoming pretty stoked.
“okay that’s pretty fucking good. how about this. if you already have a romeo, i’m fine with being your side romeo.”
She chokes while taking a long drag and coughs herself into character.
“oh. my. god. dead. hold up. baby, when i’m with you, within seconds i’m sweating. you are the most effective personal trainer.”
They’re trying real hard not to be too loud, someone might be around, but at this point, who fucking cares, right?
“we’re totally killing this shit, huh? look at us. i’m high. you’re high. talk about putting someone on a high pedestal.”
“… hey… i’m glad that you showed up today…”
“dude, like don’t fuck up the buzz. let’s just laugh.”
“yeah, i’m sorry… look, i’m just going to miss you a lot, okay? like a lot, a lot. no bullshit.”
“i’m going to miss you “a lot, a lot” too.“
The roach scatters as it hits the lawn. They always come here after lunch, but today’s a little different. School is almost over. Under the football stadium bleachers it was just nature and them. No one to tell them how to act, how to behave, who to like, what grades to make, no one to break their true identities, beneath those bleachers they could be The Joker and Harley Quinn and that’s the best part about today. They get to have the last laugh without Batman fucking shit up. As the sun leans over to eavesdrop onto them–
Their smiling, this is exactly how they’ll remember each other. Happy. Stoned af. Lit. Just living. Being. As something genuine.
“I like being on my own. Relationships are messy and people’s feelings get hurt. Who needs it? We’re young. We live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. Might as well have fun while we can and save the serious stuff for later.”