*Vic’s POV*

So Mike was throwing a party at our house tonight, because he assumed I would be at Kellin’s. And there was going to be weed. On most days I probably would’ve told him that he couldn’t do it at our house or I would at least have gotten mad at him, but today was different. I didn’t think I had the right to act like the responsible big brother after I got him so worried earlier today. Besides that, he invited me to join him and his friends. I said yes for two different reasons. The first was Jaime. Mike told me he was going to come too and I really wanted to get to know the guy better. I hoped his positive attitude would make me feel better. More important was the second reason though. Mike wasn’t the only one experimenting in this family, I tried weed long before he did. I never told Mike, but I remembered the relaxing happiness that became part of me after I had smoked enough of that stuff. I longed for that feeling again after a day like this. I just wanted to be happy.

About an hour before Mike’s friends arrived he pre-rolled the joints. Damn it, he actually knew what to do. It didn’t even take him that long. I realized my little brother was even less innocent than he always seemed to be. When he was done he carefully put down the seven joints on the table in the living-room. Now all we had to do was wait for our guests to arrive.

*Jaime’s POV*

I spend my whole Saturday waiting for the evening to come. Soft drugs is something I had always wanted to try, just to know what it would be like. It wasn’t something I was going to make a daily thing, but I figured one time wouldn’t kill me. Maybe I would even feel good for a while. So when it was time to go, I actually went down the stairs whistling and I felt kind of good. I didn’t even care that it took me about fifteen minutes to walk to Mike’s house, even though I usually hated walking anywhere on my own. I figured it wouldn’t be a wise idea to take my car earlier, as I had no idea how fucked up you are after blowing. I didn’t really feel like dying today.

I reached Mike’s house at around eight. All the others had already arrived, so I just awkwardly waved at them. “Hey,” I greeted them. “I’m Jaime. I don’t think I’ve seen you guys before, have I?”

They shook their heads and then they introduced themselves to me. Their names were Alex, Jack, Rian and Zack and apparently they were in a band together. Damn, I envied them. I’ve always wanted to be in a band. They seemed like fun and nice guys though, so I figured this might actually turn out to be a really great night. I couldn’t wait to get started.

I sat down between Jack and Alex and soon after Vic entered the living room. “Hey Jaime,” he greeted me. I greeted him back, a bit surprised. I didn’t expect him to be here. Wasn’t he supposed to sleep at Kellin’s or something? I didn’t ask him about it though. It was none of my business.

After half an hour basically doing nothing but some talking we all sat down in a circle on the floor. Mike put down seven joints in the middle of the circle and the guy that was called Alex got the first.

“We light one at the same time,” the skunk-haired boy, Jack, explained to me and Vic. “Then we just pass it around. After that we’ll light the second and so on.”

Alex light the first and then handed it to me. Oh shit, I had no idea how to smoke this. Mike smiled at me. “Have you ever smoked a normal cigarette?” he asked.

I nodded quickly. I had tried one about half a year ago. “Okay,” Mike said. “So mostly you smoke it the same way. After you inhaled you need to breath in as deep as you can. Then you hold your breath for a few seconds so more of the weed stays inside of your lungs. Then you breathe out. It’s really easy, believe me.”

I nodded again and I did what he said. The smoke burned into my throat as the weed made its way to my lungs. Soon after I breathed out a dizzy feeling hit me. “I already feel it guys,” I giggled. The room was moving for a few seconds before I felt quite normal again.

“Pass the joint please,” Jack begged me and the others laughed at him.

“Jack, you addict,” Rian laughed as I passed the joint to Jack. He turned to me. “It always goes like this though. First everyone tries to get as much as possible, but at some point everyone’s had enough and then nobody really cares anymore how long you keep the weed to yourself.”

I drank my beer and I smiled as Jack almost choked coughing. This was going to be a fun evening.

***
“Guys!” Alex shouted after we had just finished the sixth joint. “You should put your hand on Jaime’s knee,” he laughed. “It’s trembling like crazy.”

I looked down at my leg and I saw that it was indeed trembling a lot. I tried to keep it under control, but within a few seconds I gave up.

Alex grabbed Vic’s hand and put it on my leg. “Feel it,” he said.

Vic looked at me and smiled. I felt butterflies fly around in my stomach. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough, Jaime?” he asked. “Your face is also really red.”

I nodded and I suddenly felt really sick. “I’ll be right back,” I said quickly and I walked to the kitchen as fast as I could. I sat down on a chair next to the sink, so I could throw up if I had to. My arms were resting on the counter and my head was lying on my arms. I held my eyes open, because if I closed them I felt like I was on a roller-coaster. Oh great.

Damn it, I guess this is not a very good first impression I’m making on these people, I thought as I was throwing the beer out of my system. The room was turning.

“Hey, are you okay?” someone asked. I slowly turned around to keep myself from feeling even worse. I found Zack standing behind me. Well, at least there was someone who cared enough to check on me.

“No,” I replied. I chuckled lightly. “Do I look okay?”

Zack grinned. “Yeah you're right, that was sort of a stupid question,” he said. “But hey, if you need anything just shout for one of us okay? I’ll leave you alone now.”

And with that he left the room again. I sighed, cursing silently when I heard the others having fun. It sounded like they were about to have joint number seven. I wished I didn’t drink as much beer. Maybe I wouldn’t have felt so terrible then.

I sat there for ages. The clock told me it was half past twelve, which meant I had been sitting there for over one and a half hour. Once again I heard someone walk in.

“Hey, do you feel any better yet?” The voice was Mike’s. “If you’re able to walk right now Vic will walk you home. Try to stand up okay?”

I slowly got up. “Yeah, I think I can walk now,” I said, still feeling a bit dizzy. My legs never stopped trembling but after I walked a few steps it got less. When I reached the living room I realized the other guys had already left. They didn’t even say bye to me. Oh well.

“I’m proud of myself,” Mike said while Vic and I were walking towards the door. “Normally I’m the one who’s puking.”

I laughed at his comment and after that Vic and I left. Damn, I hoped my parents were asleep. Or I’d be screwed.

Only then I remembered my feelings of earlier. Butterflies. For Vic. Shit. I take it back, I was screwed anyway.

Notes

Sorry it took me so long :O
Well it might also take some time before the next chapter is up, as I got exams next week, so I don't have much time to write.

AND I'M GONNA SEE PTV IN LESS THAN TWO WEEKS YAAAY ;D