#murphys

will they laugh or hate me?! 😂

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me: [sings along]

[larry's part in 'requiem']

me: [either mumbles on top of it or comes up with new lyrics about how shitty he is]

[cynthia's part in 'requiem']

Idk here’s another fic guys lol bc 301 followers!!! I have the same amount of followers as the default number of views on YouTube!!!! Wowie.

Zoe sees Connor high and wonders if it helps him, and could help her. Or Zoe get high with Connor

Warnings: swearing, drug use, verbal abuse, shitty writing about being high and blunts in general bc I’m a goody goody™ 
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“I’ll fucking end your fucking life, Zoe, don’t you fucking test me!” Connor yelled through his door, which he had slammed just seconds before. His sister, the victim of his verbal attacks, slammed her door as well, sitting on her bed to practice her guitar for the jazz band concert next week. Connor ran his fingers through his messy, dark curls, deciding he couldn’t deal with this bullshit anymore. He flopped to the ground, looking through the bottom drawer of his bedside table, retrieving the small tin box he was looking for. He pulled it out, feeling better already.

He wanted to quit, but whenever his family treated him like shit or he got angry he had to calm down, and this was the only way he found that worked. He recalls the other methods he’s tried and how they all ended up with law enforcement bringing him back to their front door at ungodly hours as he unlocks the box and grabs a lighter and already rolled blunt. Needless to say, he sticks to getting high in his bedroom, or sometimes climbing out the window to the roof. Pinching the unlit end of the blunt, he brought it to his pale lips, feeling his anger and stress float away with the smoke he exhaled. He sighed happily, already feeling much better and forgetting about what it was that Zoe had done to piss him off this time. He’d already finished one entire blunt and was as high as a kite. Not being able to control his thoughts, and not knowing it was nearing one in the morning, he opened the window. He swore as he struggled to climb out the window.

“Connor? It’s like 1 A.M., what the fuck are you doing?” He heard Zoe ask from her now opened window, her voice croaking from having just been woken up by the sound of her lanky brother stumbling on the roof.

“Nothing. Just needed to get out of the fucking house,” Connor replied, his words mixing together slightly, and would’ve sounded much more rude if he wasn’t giggling so much.

Zoe sat up and turned her bedside light on, wincing as her eyes adjusted to the light, “Are you high right now?”

“No I’m Connor,” he giggled back. Zoe sighed, getting up to find a hoodie and shoes, throwing on a pair of flip flops.

“I’m coming out there, you need a babysitter when you’re high, there’s no telling what trouble you’ll get into.” Zoe said as she put the hoodie on and pulled her hair up into a high, loose ponytail.

"I don’t need a babysitter I’ll be fucking fine!” Connor said, a little too loud. Zoe winced at his volume slightly.

“Shhh, what if mom and dad hear you?” Zoe tried shushing Connor.

“They’re fast asleep, and too bitchy to hear me anyway,” Connor grumbled, giggling a bit slightly. Zoe had seen Connor high on a few occasions, the first time being the weirdest for her. She’d never seen Connor so giggly . Sure, she’d seen him giggle and laugh before, when they were kids of course. Usually he never showed a positive emotion, and he definitely never giggled. 
Zoe pulled the latch on her window and unlocked it and, as quietly as she could, climbed up onto the roof. It was chilly and windy tonight, and she could hear the faint sound of Nirvana being played too loud in the earbuds that hung out the neck of Connors shirt. Connor was a pretty big Nirvana fan, but high Connor was the biggest Nirvana fan. She settled a fair distance away from him slowly, seeing that he was wearing black sweatpants and a grey T-Shirt. Connor turned his head, seeing Zoe get comfortable on the hard rooftop, noticing how she still kept her distance away from him.

“Heyyyyy, Zoooooooo, nice of you to join meeee,” Connor giggled out. Zoe held back a giggle, trying to not encourage Connor.

“Hey, Connor.”

“Hey, Zoe,” Connor said, mocking Evan by putting on a grumpy expression, “Why’re you so fucking serious, Zo, just chill out.” He giggled again, laying back and resting his arms under his head.

Zoe rolled her eyes but smirked a bit, looking back at her brother. She reached into his window and grabbed the water bottle on Connors bedside table under it, “Here, sober up.”

“Nah, fuck that, I’d rather stay fucking lit,” Connor swatted the bottle away from Zoe’s hands, managing to get it to fly right back into his room and bounce on the floor, “besides, I’m like totally ninety percent sure that that water bottle is just straight vodka,” Connor giggled again. Zoe sighed, giving up and deciding she better just sit and watch to make sure Connor didn’t hurt himself. She sat on the roof, a little closer to Connor now, but neither noticed it, cross legged, deciding Connor was too high to bother listening to her no matter how hard she tried to get him to sober up. She stared thoughtfully at her brother, as he attempted to put his hair into a messy bun, and wondered what he felt like high. She knew that he obviously had less control of his thoughts and actions, but she was curious as to how freeing and calming it really felt. Did it really help Connor deal with his anger problems and facing their family? 
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It had been an hour and Connor was still wide awake, and decided he wasn’t as high as he was. He got off the roof and climbed back in his window to roll another blunt, Zoe following him in and watching him carefully as he did so.

<I> Maybe it does help him feel better, </I> Zoe thought as she fiddled with the hem of her hoodie, before speaking up.

“Does it actually help? Like does it really calm you down?” Zoe pointed hesitantly at the blunt. Connor looked up, seeming slightly nervous now. He had never really talked about why he smoked, and how it calmed him down and how he thought it actually helped.

“Yeah, I think so,” He answered, seeming serious for the first time all night. Zoe nodded in reply.

“How?“ Zoe asked

“Well, I smoke it, and the bad shit goes away,” Connor said sarcastically, and went back to grab the tin box and set it on his bed, taking out the weed and things he needed to make the blunt, Zoe watching each step quizzically. “Do you wanna try to smoke it?” Connor asked hesitantly, not really sure how he felt about his little sister smoking, but noticing how she stared at his motions. "Sure, why not,” Zoe shrugged, fiddling with the hem of her hoodie again as she thought again about how it might feel.

“Okay, do this,” Connor showed Zoe how to light the blunt, Zoe following his directions, “Now put it to your lips and inhale slowly, and exhale.” Zoe did so, exhaling and feeling stress and anxiety she didn’t know she held being lifted away. She sighed as she exhaled, feeling surprisingly calm. She He liked it, not enough that he would do this often, but enough that she thought about enjoying getting high when she needed it. They both felt calm and happy without having to worry about anything.

Connor looked at his sister as she took another hit, Zoe not noticing that Connor didn’t light and wasn’t smoking his own blunt. He had sobered up slightly and was watching his little sister carefully. Connor didn’t want to risk him getting high and Zoe hurting herself while high because Connor couldn’t protect her.