“Anything is possible when you have the right people there to support you.” – Misty Copeland
“Have fun boys!” Megan called out before closing the door behind her. She then turned to me, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.
I shook my head, continuing to scroll through the list of movies on Disney+. “I cannot believe we let those two go out on their own.”
“Why not?” Megan yelled from the kitchen. “From what Eric tells me, the two of them really hit it off at your birthday party?”
“Exactly!” I exclaimed, twisting around just in time to see her walking back into the living room with a bowl of popcorn in one hand and a bag of Reese’s peanut butter cups in the other. “I can’t have Eric revealing my crazy side. We both know you have a hard time keeping your mouth shut around him.”
“Please –” She snorted, plopping down next to me. “Eric could tell him you murdered someone, and Ethan would ask when and where so he could be your alibi and help you cover it up. That man is head over heels in love with you. There’s nothing anybody can tell him that will make him feel otherwise.” I scowled, but she snorted, focusing on the bowl of popcorn in front of her.
“Where do you keep the weed?” She asked after a couple of minutes of silence. “Is it still in your pantry in a Ziplock bag?”
I nodded, finally settling on The Avengers.
Megan and I were long overdue for a girls’ day, and she thought it would be a good idea if Eric and Ethan went to a Cubs game while the two of us hung out. I tried protesting the idea because it was weird to have my best friend’s husband and my boyfriend hanging out so soon, but both Eric and Ethan jumped at it.
While the boys were at the game, Megan and I had plans to watch a movie, get high and then join them for dinner afterward.
“You need a better hiding spot for this.” She rolled her eyes, gesturing to the Ziplock bag when she came back.
“I’m twenty-nine.” I snorted. “I don’t need to hide my weed anymore.”
Megan and I passed a joint back and forth in the dark, the only light emitting from the TV glare and what was shining through the edges of the curtains. “How are things between you and Ethan?” She asked, taking a big hit and passing it back to me.
“We’re... we’re great.” I smiled, taking a long drag and holding the smoke in. When I did exhale, my vision clouded with swirls of gray smoke.
The new year rolled around quickly, and before I knew it, we were already four months into the new year.
I had officially known Ethan for more than a year now, and things were great between the two of us. We were practically spending all of our free time together, and there hadn’t been any drama since his birthday in January when his father dropped by for an unexpected visit. Thinking it was the takeout we had ordered, I opened the front door with nothing but a sheet wrapped around me. Quite frankly, I would do it all over again if it meant that I could capture the look on his father’s face on camera.
“Am I sensing a ring on that finger any time soon?” Megan asked, stubbing out the joint.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves now.” I rolled my eyes, laughing. “We’ve only been dating for a while.”
“Fine.” She held her hands up in surrender. “All I’m saying is – I think he’s the one.”
“Yeah...” I kept my eyes on the TV. “I think so too.”
I’ve never been one to handle my emotions very well – as a matter of fact, the sooner I could run from them the better – but with Ethan it was different.
Everything was different with him.
“Oh my god! Oh my –” Megan squealed, erupting into a fit of giggles as she grabbed my hand to stop me from jumping on the bed. “Wait – remember... remember in high school when ... when Principal Atwater caught you and that guy... what was his name – Elijah? Making out in the art room?”
I blinked a couple of times before I threw my head back and burst out laughing. I nodded eagerly, barely able to get any words out. “Yeah! Oh my god, the look on his face was priceless!”
“And your mom! They called her in, remember?”
“I swear I thought she was going to beat my ass right then and there.”
“You were grounded for like what, two weeks?”
Megan and I continued to laugh hysterically for absolutely no reason as we jumped on my bed, Adele playing in the background through the loudspeakers.
There were two types of people out there when weed was involved – those who were calm and melancholy, and those who laughed at everything for no reason.
I think you can guess which category Megan and I fell into.
When Megan sobered up long enough to speak, she pouted. “I’m hungry.”
“Oh my god, me too!” I yelled, grabbing her hand and jumping off the bed – nearly twisting my ankle in the process. Leading her into the kitchen, I went straight for the fridge. While I opened the fridge scanning for something that looked appealing, Megan was rummaging through the pantry.
Since I wasn’t spending much time at my apartment anymore, there wasn’t much in the fridge except a carton of orange juice, some pickles, a few types of cheese, and an old pizza box from a few days ago. Disappointed, I closed the fridge door and scanned the kitchen looking for other places I kept food.
There should be a box of cookies somewhere around here, I thought. Oh – and the Nutella I bought last time I went grocery shopping!
Just then, Megan emerged from the pantry with a box of Frosted Flakes, her hand already in the box. “Oo give me some,” I said, extending my arm out.
Too bad we didn’t have any milk to go with those Frosted Flakes, I frowned.
As I sat on the kitchen floor beside Megan, I leaned back against the kitchen island and asked, “Do you think their game is done?”
“Hold up,” Megan replied, standing up and walking out. When she came back, her phone was in her hand and she had dialed someone.
“Hey, babe.” Eric’s voice rang out through the speaker.
“Babyyyy!” Megan exclaimed. “We’re hungry!”
“Hi, Eric!” I shouted, shoving another handful of cereal in my mouth.
He chuckled softly on the other line. “Exactly how high are you guys?”
“Us?” Megan frowned, her forehead creased. “We’re not high.”
I snorted, shaking my head.
“Right.” Eric drawled, amusement seeping through.
“I want cheeseburgers.” I deadpanned to no one in particular.
Eric must have heard me because he said, “Well the game just finished so we should be back in about an hour or so.”
While he and Megan continued to talk on the phone, I zoned out, my focus on the dust starting to collect at the edges of the baseboard. I should really do another deep clean soon, I thought.
When Ethan and Eric finally got back, Megan and I were still pretty high but we managed to sober up enough not to laugh at everything all the time.
As soon as I saw Ethan, I jumped up and ran towards him. “Ethan!” I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face in his chest.
“Hi...” He replied hesitantly, pulling me against him. “What’s this?”
“What’s what?” I peered up at him.
“This.” He nodded down at me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You.”
“I missed you,” I mumbled, blushing furiously. His cologne wrapped around me, and I couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of comfort that crept into my heart.
“You know,” He shook his head, his lips pulling up wryly as he bent down and placed a lingering kiss on my forehead. “I think high McKenzie might be my new favorite McKenzie.”
“That’s not true.” I pouted, pulling back so I could see his face. “Your favorite McKenzie is when I put on tha –” Before I could finish, he brought his hand up and placed it over my mouth.
“Okay, that’s enough.” He laughed, and on instinct, I stuck my tongue out – licking the inside of his palm. He quickly pulled back, shooting me a playful glare as his face scrunched up in disgust. I childishly stuck my tongue out at him before wiggling out of his arms and going in search of Megan.
I found her by the front door with Eric, who was trying to coax her to put her shoes on. Megan on the other hand had other ideas and was shoving her phone in his face trying to show him the video of a dancing cat she found earlier.
“Can we go eat now?” I asked, reaching for a hoodie from the hook.
“We can,” Eric replied. His voice was stern and he pinned Megan with a glare. “Once someone puts some shoes on.”
“Why can’t I just go barefoot?” Megan whine, looking at him pleadingly. “It’s so much more comfy.”
“Because that’s gross, babe.” He rolled his eyes, once again trying to help her put on her boots.
“What about you?” Ethan chuckled, coming to stand behind me. “Are you going to be difficult about putting your shoes on?”
“No.” I snorted, glancing at him over my shoulder.
“These two,” Eric clenched his jaw, pointing between Megan and me. “Are the worst when they get high. It’s like dealing with a bunch of two-year old’s, times ten.” Megan and I exchanged a look before the two of us erupted into a fit of giggles just as Ethan and Eric ushered us out the door.
“Are you sure it’s safe to take them out in public like this?” I heard Ethan ask Eric, his voice low and serious.
“Hey!” I scolded, turning to give them my best stern look. “We’re right here!”
“It’s either we feed them, or they eat us alive.” Eric pretended to whisper, smirking as he dodged Megan’s arm.
Pretty short chapter with not a lot going on :) Thoughts on high Kenzie? Megan?
A/N: I have a feeling I’m going to regret this but... there will be one more chapter with smut, and I am open to requests on what you guys might like to see. Please keep it somewhat normal 😅😂Drop a comment here with your requests! :)
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