unrequited

“Well,” August began saying as he walked past Addy, and knocked his head to one side, gesturing for her to follow him. “I don’t know, I’m not good at Math, you know that. Maybe like… what’s ratio mean again? Like, two to three?” He was laughing while he was trying to talk and think. “I don’t know. Its more than half the time. I’m not completely high all that time. But at least a little high. But, don’t worry––” August had lead the girl all the way back to his room, and paused his sentence as he opened the door. The second he did, the smell of smoke filled the air. “You’ll be plenty high in no time.”

“Ratio is just the comparison between the two. Like if youre high six days out of the week to one day out of the week. That’s a ratio, basically,” Addison made an attempt to explain, although with the state August was in, it was practically pointless – his laughter over nothing as a prime example. “Take a few more hits with me and you’ll be there,” she responded, a smile unable to leave her lips. “That’s what I hope. Do you, like, want money for this? I feel like I’m always smoking off of you.” she questioned, entering his room. It looked the same as she would imagine – messy and the smell of weed filling the air.

As August closed the door, he smirked a little at Addy. “Oh, you know,” he said, stuffing his hands into his back pockets, “the usual––curing your boredom.” The boy swerved on his heels for a few moments, waiting for her. “Well, I know you love Mountain Dew. But I love Dr. Pepper. So, if there was only a little left, I might have to hog it all.” He was joking, of course. August was acting a little spacey, but he followed Addy anyways, a few steps behind her. He ran a hand through his hair while he answered back. “I mean, I’ve already had a little,” he confessed, laughing momentarily. “Or, you know, more than a little. But I’ll wait until you’ve got the munchies too.” He paused, but quickly added, “Unless you want something to eat now. Help yourself.” He gestured to the refrigerator and cabinets as they walked into the kitchen.

Addy spun on her heel, facing August now. She studied him, her hair spilling from behind her ear as her head crooked in examination. “Yea, I’m not surprised you’re already baked,” she decided after a brief moment. “Ratio wise, how much time do you spend sober compared to your time high?” her question was accompanied with a short laugh, although seriously pondering the question. “Guess I have some catching up to do then, yea?” her back fell against the cool material of the counter as she looked around for any evidence of August’s stash. “Lead the way, we can deal with the food when I really want it.”

When he heard the bug pull into the driveway from his room, August started making is way to the front door. Even though he was excited, he moved in slow steps down the stairs. Addy and him were fairly good friends––even though there had been some complications within their friend group having to do with August’s best friend, he still enjoyed her company. Whenever he was around her, he felt a little more free and relaxed. Added on with the fact that he was almost always high when he was with her, August was at his best whenever Addy stopped by. After the third knock, August sped up his steps, and reached the door within a few seconds. “S’up?” He greeted as he swung it open, eyes falling onto her as he held it open. “Oh––I checked, and we only have Dr. Pepper. But, the good thing is, there’s tons of it, so there’s plenty for the both of us.” 

Addison halted to the sound of the door opening, greeted by August’s familiar face. She never remembered how significantly taller the boy was until they were standing in front of each other, Addy craning her neck in order to talk to him. “Y’know, just showing up at your house. Looking for a way to cure my boredom,” Addy stated, stepping into he house, “what’ve you been up to?” Addy smiled at him, sliding out of her converse. “You wouldn’t share with me otherwise?” she teased, raising her eyebrows at him, “guess you really aren’t selfless after all.” She knew it was an odd request for Diet Mountain Dew, but it was unfortunately her addiction. In her eyes, only unfortunate because nobody ever seemed to have any. “Want me to pour you a glass?” Addy asked genuinely, already on her move towards the kitchen. “Or do you want the drugs first? Can save it for the munchies later.”

Nope, they left a little while ago to runs some errands and have dinner with their friends. Ahh––not sure. I know we have Dr. Pepper, though. No one really drinks Mountain Dew around the house. You never know, though. Good. I’ll see you in a bit.

Are they ever home? Well, I mean, I guess it makes sense that we would never be there at the same time. Still, it feels like they’re always off doing something. Dr. Pepper will do. I’ll just go off and buy some Mountain Dew later. Sounds like a plan, Campen.

You wanna get high right now? All you had to do was ask, babe. Why don’t you come over? I bet we’ll find a way to fix that boredom, real quick.

Well.. are your parents home? If not, I’ll be there in less than ten minutes. Also, do you have Diet Mountain Dew? Somebody drank the last fucking one in my house. Everybody knows they’re my favorite... But, right, anyways, you can count me in.

Yeah, I like you when you’re high too. I mean––sober Addy is great, stoned Addy is just… more great. Only a few situations. Very rare ones.

Well if stoned Addy is just that great, you're going to have to take me out to get me high. In reality, please do. I've been too bored once summer started. I can think of a good amount.

New leaf… ha, you’re funny, Addy. You can keep on thinking that, but its never going to happen. And I mean that in the nicest way possible. Yep, that’s me, completely selfless.

I have been told that I’m fuckin’ hilarious. That was only out of sarcasm though… I’m not saying that I wanted it to happen, I like you when you’re high. It’s kind of funny to see you try and figure shit out, and listen to you. Hey, you’re selfless in certain situations.

It’s not that hard to figure out. I’m stoned like… most of the time. Yeah, it totally is. That’s why I think we’re not alone. They’re too afraid to admit to the truth.

Thanks for stealing my thunder. Maybe you were turning a new leaf and decided that the ganja life wasn’t for you? How would I know? So you’re a pretty selfless guy then, figured out that the world doesn’t revolve around you.

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“So I must really think of awesome things when I’m high.” He nodded, a smirk on his face. “I wrote down think Ratatouille, but with squirrels on my arm.” He said, sticking out his arm to show the other person. “You can’t tell me that that actually doesn’t sounds like a great idea because it’s a great idea.” 

“Are you still high?” Addison asked, scanning Noah for any evidence. “I don’t really think that’ll get very far. How is it any different than rats?”” she said with a crook of her neck, giving the boy a puzzled look. “It’s pretty good for a high idea, though.”

His shoulders slump downwards as he rests his elbows on the jean clad surface of his thighs, the thin material of his shirt pulling taut against the expanse of his back. Pinching the circumference of the already dwindling white stick, he lowers it from his mouth slowly; her unmasked irritation clear as day behind her pale green eyes. “What do you think.” His words wash out on the wave of his exhale, tinted and stained with swirls of smoke that seems to forever coat his lips.

The grey smoke rose from the lit cigarette, dancing in front of Addison’s eyes. The girl blew out her own puff of air, changing the course of the cloud of smoke away from her. “I think you’re killing your lungs,” Addy stated, tossing herself onto the ground next to the boy. She knew he didn’t want to talk to her, but she thought that one of the times she forces a conversation he would have to open up in some way. “Why do you even like cigarettes? Pretty sure they don’t do anythin’ special for you.”

Of course I am. And, of course I’m right. Aliens are literally undeniable. I say the people who don’t believe in them are the wackos.

I don’t even know why I asked honestly. It’s pretty obvious. To think that we’re the only life on this universe is pretty egocentric, don’t ya think? They’re probably just in denial, lots of people are.