addicted [h.s]

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I light the match with the flick of my wrist, holding it to the end of the joint which is hanging out of Harry's mouth. His eyes focus on the pulsating flicker of light as the end of it sparks to life, the drug making its way into Harry's system as he breathes it in.

After a few puffs he hands it over to me, and I inhale the intoxicating fumes for myself, holding them in until my lungs beg for air and I exhale a cloud of shadowed smoke.

"When you smoke the herb, it reveals you to yourself." Harry mumbles as he watches me smoke.

"Who said that?" I ask, knowing full that he didn't come up with it.

He places his hands behind him on the ground before rolling his shoulders, "Bob Marley."

"Are you one of those typical stoners who worships Bob Marley because he worshipped the drug just as much as you do?"

He shakes his head, "no it's more than that, it's some of the things he said that actually resonate with my life. I mean the man said, you never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice. Don't tell me that doesn't get to you." He leans forward and takes the joint from my grasp, putting it in between his lips before leaning back again.

"I guess something a dead guy said doesn't have an effect on me in present day."

"You're a tough sell, huh?" Harry grins at me before inhaling the toxins from the joint.

"Well there actually is one quote I like." I say, turning my body over slightly seeming as my ass is beginning to go numb from sitting on the hard floor.

"I can't wait to hear this one." Harry looks at me expectantly while exhaling out the smoke he's been holding in.

"Sometimes me think, what is friend? And then me say, friend is someone to share the last cookie with."

When I finish Harry bursts into laughter, the joint nearly falling from his fingertips as he struggles to get air, his body vibrating as his eyes squeeze shut and his dimples display themselves on his cheeks.

After a few moments he finally contains himself, "please tell me that was not said by the person I think it was said by.

I smile, "the Cookie Monster."

He laughs for a few seconds before moving his hands to his stomach, "Luna please don't make me laugh anymore, I've already grown a pair of abs and now it's just painful."

"What's wrong with a quote from the Cookie Monster? I used to watch Sesame Street every single day, and he was my inspiration." I wish I was joking even as I said it, but unfortunately I wasn't.

"My favorite show was Blues Clues, I remember waking up at six in the morning just to watch that show." His words are slow and I see his eyes are a deep shade of red, and suddenly I'm jealous that he's feeling more of a high than me.

"The song that guy would sing was the only reason I even gave that show my time of day."

"That was my favorite part of it." Harry says with a huge smile, then proceeds to sing the song from Blues Clues, and without realizing it I'm singing along with him and then we're both singing at the top of our lungs before finishing it out before falling silent.

"Will you be the Joe to my Blue?" Harry asks jokingly after a few quiet minutes, a smile on his face once he's said it.

"As long as you'll be the Elmo to my Cookie Monster." I tell him.

I watch as Harry fumbles around and nearly falls on his face trying to stand up before he finally is able to, and walks over to me, sticking his joint free hand out before shaking my own, "deal."

-

It took way too long for Harry and I to sober up, at least two hours if I'm reading that clock right seeming as I can barely f.ucking see straight.

Harry nudges me on the shoulder, "just play it cool."

I roll my eyes at him, "you know you sound like an idiot, right?"

"I sound like a certified stoner who knows what he's doing and-" I look up to see why he's stopped talking abruptly to find Dr. Shooster walking towards us, a big fake smile plastered on his face, and I pray to God he doesn't try to have a conversation with us.

Of course he stops when he sees us, "Harry and Luna, I'm happy you two have become friends as I take it?"

"Yes sir I've just been helping Luna become more acquainted with the facility, and trying to make her feel more at home." His voice doesn't skip a beat, and for the first time he doesn't drag his words and sound like an actual stoner.

"Well that's good, I'm glad you two are getting along." He nods at the both of us before smiling, and I wonder if his mouth gets sore from doing it so much.

"Dr. Shooster!" Someone calls from somewhere down the hall behind us, sounding like an angel seeming as the situation I'm in right now.

"If you'll excuse me." Shoe says before walking around us and making his way to whatever is going on down the hall.

"I told you I'm an expert." Harry says when we begin walking again.

"Whatever makes you feel better about yourself." I say, only trying to push his buttons, but in the state he's in he may not have any fight left in him.

He doesn't say anything until we reach his room, turning towards me as his green eyes still have a tint of pink to them, his breath smelling of weed as he breathes out slowly, "you know that quote you said earlier?"

I nod, "yes."

"I'd share my last cookie with you." Is all he says before opening the door and disappearing behind it, leaving me with a genuine smile on my face.

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