wicked
word count: 404
warnings: drug content
Elizabeth wouldn’t even know how to roll a joint. Not that she smokes those- she probably wouldn’t have a problem with it, if Chrissie wasn’t so against them. She wouldn’t feel dirty smoking cigarettes, either, if they didn’t disgust Chrissie so much. She wouldn’t feel bad drinking so much soda and she wouldn’t feel bad listening to Josh’s ambient trance CD’s. It was all in what Chrissie thought.
Elizabeth dragged the tupperware container in New Year’s snow and put it under the heater in the Jeep, just like instructed. They waited patiently for it to melt while Chrissie broke up the weed in her fingers and talked to it like a puppy. “Wait, “ Elizabeth spoke up. “Won’t it, like, evaporate?”
Chrissie glanced over Elizabeth, like she didn’t believe that it wasn’t melted yet. She giggled. “Yeah, dude, shit.” She admitted.
“Can we use….” Elizabeth dug around in her purse and pulled out a bottle of Vault. She raised her eyebrows and raised it in her hand.
Chrissie shrugged and snatched it from her. Elizabeth watched the way she set it up, trying to memorize it- pour the pop in, something with unscrewing a pen and blowing in it, something with a Dasani water bottle- fuck, she was lost. She gave up and started to play with Chrissie’s iPod, looking for some trippy music.
“Are you ready?” Chrissie was beaming. Her face had color now, blushing cheeks like Snow White. Her translucent England skin didn’t give her away anymore. She looked like she about to shoot off on a rollercoaster. “Sorry, dude, but- you’re gonna love this. Mark and I saw snakes making blankets on the bed, this chronic is nuts.”
Elizabeth got nervous. She had this big fear of seeing her dead mother whenever she did any drugs- she was so afraid of it when she did shrooms that she clung to reality like a headboard. She shut her eyes so often when she was on E that she fell asleep, afraid of what was beyond her body. She swallowed lumps in her stomach until they settled in her feet. She wouldn’t see her this time, she hadn’t before.
“Hold onto something.” Chrissie took her first hit and her cheeks filled up like squirrels. Her eyes glittered against the icicles outside of the car, her breasts swell in her coat. She exhaled and handed Elizabeth the gravity bong. “This is gonna be wicked.”
warnings: drug content
Elizabeth wouldn’t even know how to roll a joint. Not that she smokes those- she probably wouldn’t have a problem with it, if Chrissie wasn’t so against them. She wouldn’t feel dirty smoking cigarettes, either, if they didn’t disgust Chrissie so much. She wouldn’t feel bad drinking so much soda and she wouldn’t feel bad listening to Josh’s ambient trance CD’s. It was all in what Chrissie thought.
Elizabeth dragged the tupperware container in New Year’s snow and put it under the heater in the Jeep, just like instructed. They waited patiently for it to melt while Chrissie broke up the weed in her fingers and talked to it like a puppy. “Wait, “ Elizabeth spoke up. “Won’t it, like, evaporate?”
Chrissie glanced over Elizabeth, like she didn’t believe that it wasn’t melted yet. She giggled. “Yeah, dude, shit.” She admitted.
“Can we use….” Elizabeth dug around in her purse and pulled out a bottle of Vault. She raised her eyebrows and raised it in her hand.
Chrissie shrugged and snatched it from her. Elizabeth watched the way she set it up, trying to memorize it- pour the pop in, something with unscrewing a pen and blowing in it, something with a Dasani water bottle- fuck, she was lost. She gave up and started to play with Chrissie’s iPod, looking for some trippy music.
“Are you ready?” Chrissie was beaming. Her face had color now, blushing cheeks like Snow White. Her translucent England skin didn’t give her away anymore. She looked like she about to shoot off on a rollercoaster. “Sorry, dude, but- you’re gonna love this. Mark and I saw snakes making blankets on the bed, this chronic is nuts.”
Elizabeth got nervous. She had this big fear of seeing her dead mother whenever she did any drugs- she was so afraid of it when she did shrooms that she clung to reality like a headboard. She shut her eyes so often when she was on E that she fell asleep, afraid of what was beyond her body. She swallowed lumps in her stomach until they settled in her feet. She wouldn’t see her this time, she hadn’t before.
“Hold onto something.” Chrissie took her first hit and her cheeks filled up like squirrels. Her eyes glittered against the icicles outside of the car, her breasts swell in her coat. She exhaled and handed Elizabeth the gravity bong. “This is gonna be wicked.”