𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 | 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢

55*

march 14
saturday
sergio

"use the lighter to ignite it," i told her, guiding her hand so she held the blunt right. i didn't want her to get burned on my account

not after she posted me anyways. i can't lie, i was cheesin like a bitch when i saw her shove it in my face and refuse to meet my eyes. i was too happy over the bare minimum sometimes but damn, that shit made my day

"i'm scared to use the lighter," she replied, her eyes averting my gaze.

"i won't do it for you. you gotta learn." i gave her the lighter. i grabbed my own and lit it in one swift moment

she tried but started to waste the gas. she tried again and again. "you see baby?"

"do it faster mama."

she did it fast this time and it didn't work. the intervals weren't calculated and the steps happened at different times.

she tried again and it actually lit up, to both of ours surprise. "i knew you could do it ma," i lied, taking the blunt from her fingers and holding it over her lighter

i smelt it before putting it between my lips, taking a long pull and doing a ghost. i shifted my body to face the mirror, taking another drag and doing a cleaner ghost

she watched intently. "you sure ma?" i asked again, smacking my lips. i don't even know why i agreed to letting her smoke with me. i knew i couldn't control her but i just didn't want her to change

she was so sweet and caring and i didn't want the weed to hit her brain as it did mine, and is many other people i knew. sluggish, lazy, stupid, and unconcerned

i prayed she didn't become unconcerned to the world as i did. numb to everything for weeks until i look around, and see how fast time has shifted

she took the blunt, putting it between her lips and breathing in. she instantly began to cough and her eyes started to water. she hacked loudly into her arm, her body shaking

i chuckled, taking the blunt and smoking some more. i wasn't concerned, this was a canon event, just apart of the process. "you good ma," i told her, rubbing back

she lifted her head and motioned for the blunt. i gave it to her, smoking in her face. she positioned the blunt in her mouth again, smoking it before taking it out of her lips, releasing the gas

i laughed in awe. "janae that was good as fuck," i told her, pulling her into a kiss. i wasn't comfortbale with the smoke burning my throat until like a week. it's been what, two minutes with her?

she arrived like 30 minutes ago, and he had this deep ass conversation on whether or not she should smoke. i was on the opposing side but she wanted to, and i can't control her

her hair was still in the wig it was in since february. she started doing styles like nadia said to, and today she has two braids in the front so it kinda looked like a headband

she wore some makeup. i swear every time i tell her she looks gorgeous without it, she never listens.

i took her to my bed, laying her down and laying next to her. i turned on the tv as she was smoking quietly

i turned on boondocks, wanting to rewatch it. i took the blunt from her and started to take long, continuous pulls. i could feel my eye lids get heavier and i melted more into the bed, allowing my muscles to rest

"relax mamas" i pushed he abdomen down so she sunk into the bed more. i looked at her light red tinted eyes and the little smile on her face. "it feels good ain't it?"