Curious Teenagers II

Justin and I never mentioned what happened that night. We continued what we normally did, It was as if nothing happened, which kind of worried me because I was starting to wonder if he regretted it later on, and didn’t want it again.

That notion quickly changed a week later. We were in the exact same place we were when our first adventure took place. Almost the exact same setup, minus one of our friends who was there the week before. It was Justin’s ‘guesthouse’ he called it. But it was more like a single room buried in the woods behind his house. His parents were using it for storage until we decided to turn it into our marijuana sauna and fitted it with a vintage garbage picked couch and stereo of the same era. Nobody had ever bothered us back there before, and the door was fitted with an old, but working lock that conveniently only had one key.

We had just got done smoking a round of bowls; I was extremely high, along with Justin and Levi (the other friend). We were all sort of relaxing, listening to Beatles albums with the soft lighting of candles around us. Justin was alone on the couch this time, and I was in an old rocking chair across from it. Levi was sitting on a beanbag next to the stereo, until he jumped up out of nowhere…frantically searching for his cellphone to see what time it was.

“It’s sitting right next to you dude…” Justin said in a dazed voice
“Ah, damnit…” Levi replied leaving down to pickup his cell phone, fumbling with it though before he got it open to see the time. “Shit!” Levi burst, “I was supposed to be home early tonight…Fuck, my moms gonna know what’s up, I’m out” He finished, searching around for a few more of his belongings before dashing out the door of the guesthouse.

Me and Justin didn’t even bother saying goodbye, or much of anything…we both had the same thing on our mind I think. We sat in an awkward silence for a while, until I thought of something to maybe that would help us get going.

“Let’s smoke another man, my treat…”
“Alright, here use Maxwell Murder,” He replied, holding up his favorite glass smoking piece.
“Damnit…uh throw it,” I tried
“Hell no man, come get it…” I walked over to the couch to get it. Still in a stupendous haze from the previous session I shuffled over and plopped next to him on the couch.
I packed the bowl and we smoked what must have been our 5th of the night.

“Wow its early” Justin said, looking at his phone, “only 10:13…” He sort of trailed off like he had something he wanted to do. I think I knew what it was and I knew I wanted it too.

We were silent for a few moments, and then I pretended to drop my lighter between the cushions of the couch right next to him.