you never smoked before, it wasn’t your thing. You liked focusing on college since you were a freshman and being able to talk to people normally without slurring your words, you didn’t know why people even got high until you tried it and oh boy did it feel amazing. You met Chris at a bonfire that someone in your college threw at the beach, Chris was calm despite everyone being loud. He talked you through your first time, he showed you how to inhale slowly so it wouldn’t burn. He even taught you how to roll up a joint, so you could smoke by yourself when you wanted to.

chris knew everything about weed, He knew what to smoke and what not to smoke. which thing gets you higher or doesn’t work good enough, It wasn’t surprising when you started to come to him when you wanted to smoke, he didn’t mind having you around anyway it was actually nice to have someone talk to him like he was a regular person.

you could remember some nights when you two got too high and ended up doing things in the bathroom together that you thought you’d never do with him, it’s not that you didn’t enjoy it cause you definitely did but seeing him in such a way did something to you.

you and Chris laid sprawled out on your bed, passing the joint to each other. The room was flooded with smoke although the window that was open wasn’t helping much, you both talked about things that were on your minds. Occasional jokes slipping from your mouths, while you two stared at each other.

“Y’feel good?… cus… I feel fuckin’ amazing.” chris said with a lazy grin playing on his lips