I looked over at her with anticipation…usually weed made her a little more, ready.
Scott packed a nice couple of bong hits, I wanted to have a cigarette but she usually complains about kissing me after, so I didn’t.
“I think we’re about to go.”
There it is…the situation is out there.
“Cool. What you doing tomorrow?” Scott said that as if it we’re scripted and prompted the line too quickly.
“Oh yeah! Isn’t it cut day? Fuck, I would of gone to school tomorrow and been pissed.” Then again it would be empty.
“Technically I guess it is, I don’t think it’s very coordinated though. Our grade sucks.”
“Not surprising, Richards told me it was tomorrow.”
“Yeah, yeah...me too. You want to go to the parks or something?” Scott did turn me on to a lot of Metro parks around here, I never really explored them before smoking pot, plus my yard was a park in itself…the parks were the only thing nice about living in Orange, places remote and unoccupied