Story part 3
So at 5 precisely , Robert and I walked up at the potheads' room as I did every effort in my body not to look nervous. When they opened, the room wasn't yet full of smoke, as everybody wasn't even sitting down yet. Each of us awkwardly said 'hi' one to another, and some gripping feeling kept pulling me away telling me I was an intruding ass.
Roberto's older friend introduced us and a couple of them scooched over to make space in the circle. Eventually I sat away from him, awkwardly squeezing between some stoner and Marianne.
To my great surprise, the potheads didn't even smoke right away. One of them took out a game of Uno and started distributing cards, without even saying anything, and I understood that was something they always do. In front of me, Roberto was already hitting it off with Abdel, the one that invited us, as Abdel kept laughing at his jokes and rubbing his hand in his hair, looking already stoned. As for me, if I used to be the more smart-ass of the group, at that point I was silently taking my cards, intimidated by Marianne's beauty next to me. I only managed to answer a couple of questions and blow from my nose whenever someone said a joke.
Marianne was only a year older than me, yet she was taller and and her forms were more developed. She was blond with blue eyes, but with a dark skin and a spanish accent. She wore that day a white sundress, a piece of which lay on my knee as we were playing, and I pulled every effort not to redden or sweat. I'm pretty sure five minutes into the game and I was already in desperate love with her.
Finally some dude took out the joint from his pocket and look around smiling. Everybody started mildly lauging and clapping, and the fifteen year-old passed it to another, who took out a Bob Marley zippo and huffed the first puff. He then proceeded to pass it on his right. Directly to me.
At this point, most of them started looking at me, eagerly waiting for my reaction, waiting for the face I'd make with my first inhalation, waiting for that cough I'd knew they'd laugh at. I took the joint with my thumb and index like the kid on my right, then put it to my mouth and inhaled. I must have inhaled a bit too fast, as the warm smoke rushed directly to my lungs. I felt like some evil man had taken a barrel of cigarette ashes and leaves and poured them into them with a funnel. With the might of my will power, I repressed every spasm of my body to cough.
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Roberto's older friend introduced us and a couple of them scooched over to make space in the circle. Eventually I sat away from him, awkwardly squeezing between some stoner and Marianne.
To my great surprise, the potheads didn't even smoke right away. One of them took out a game of Uno and started distributing cards, without even saying anything, and I understood that was something they always do. In front of me, Roberto was already hitting it off with Abdel, the one that invited us, as Abdel kept laughing at his jokes and rubbing his hand in his hair, looking already stoned. As for me, if I used to be the more smart-ass of the group, at that point I was silently taking my cards, intimidated by Marianne's beauty next to me. I only managed to answer a couple of questions and blow from my nose whenever someone said a joke.
Marianne was only a year older than me, yet she was taller and and her forms were more developed. She was blond with blue eyes, but with a dark skin and a spanish accent. She wore that day a white sundress, a piece of which lay on my knee as we were playing, and I pulled every effort not to redden or sweat. I'm pretty sure five minutes into the game and I was already in desperate love with her.
Finally some dude took out the joint from his pocket and look around smiling. Everybody started mildly lauging and clapping, and the fifteen year-old passed it to another, who took out a Bob Marley zippo and huffed the first puff. He then proceeded to pass it on his right. Directly to me.
At this point, most of them started looking at me, eagerly waiting for my reaction, waiting for the face I'd make with my first inhalation, waiting for that cough I'd knew they'd laugh at. I took the joint with my thumb and index like the kid on my right, then put it to my mouth and inhaled. I must have inhaled a bit too fast, as the warm smoke rushed directly to my lungs. I felt like some evil man had taken a barrel of cigarette ashes and leaves and poured them into them with a funnel. With the might of my will power, I repressed every spasm of my body to cough.
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