I ended up having a pretty good time. When we got there, he made me stay in his room. We crawled through the window, which was something I had never before done in my life. I felt like I was in a teen movie, all I was missing was a good boob scene and a nerdy tag a long.
He was a flirt, but he was notorious for that, so it didn't stop me from spending the night on his bed. We sat for hours and talked, it was as if we'd never run out of things to say. I don't believe I had ever met someone that was so much like ME before. Then, perhaps because god preferred me as a stalker, Jay called.
I told myself I was enjoying being with Merrill, but I couldn't lie to the heart that was now skipping beats. I held the phone to my ear as though it would explode, barely believing he was really on the other line.
" Do you know where to get any pot?" Pot. The love of my life, the knight of my castle, the romeo to my juliette. He just wanted to find some drugs. I acted, of course, as though he were just another loser.
" No. Sorry." I replied. It was a lie, but I despised pot. If I had actually given weed to every single person that expected me to know where it was, I would be a drug lord. Perhaps I was acidentally wearing my " I love weed" sticker again, but people just assumed I was a pothead.
" Oh. Yeah, I figured you did. Um, am I going to see you tomorrow?" Yes! My conscience danced in circles, it raised it's fists, it flew an american flag and sang hallelujah, "Maybe. I gotta go." My voice said in spite.
" Well, I'll be there. Probably all day." I heard his voice say the words before I hung up on him, but all I was hearing was my own heart, dancing happily back into my chest.
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