Changed {Martin Garrix Fanfiction}

Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty - Light 

- Madeline's POV - 

"Oh," I responded slowly, completely clueless at to what it was. It seemed to be made up of glass and it was fairly small. I looked at Martin, who had smile playing at his lips. He must have sensed a confusion because he spoke up again. 

"It's a bowl," he said simply. I tensed up awkwardly... a what? I was still utterly confused and a look of disappointment fell over his face, worrying me a bit. "You smoke weed with it Mads," he explained monotonously. 

"Oh!" I raised my voice slightly, fully understanding him now. Wait, we were going to smoke? Tonight? A panic rose within me, along with a slight fear. 

"You said you wanted to smoke? Right?" he raised an eyebrow at me curiously. I recited my list in my head and sure enough, smoking was on there. 

"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged my shoulders, looking away from him nervously. "Well, I think I said experiment," I said, remembering correctly. I suddenly felt like I was going to puke. After all of this time, Martin was right about one thing. It is not that I could not do these things, it's because I did not want too. I was scared. 

"Well," his voice interrupted my thoughts and I looked at him quickly. "Do you want to?" the amusing tone in his voice was making it hard for me to say no. Dammit. 

You can't start procrastinating now, my subconscious was giving me a cheeky smirk. I hate to admit it, but that bitch was right. I need to stop acting like a ten year old and just go with my list. Besides, the only way of getting over your fears are to face them? Am I right? 

"Sure," I gave him a small smile and he licked his lips, fighting his own smile. His free hand grabbed mine and he pulled me over to the bed. He sat down first, motioning me to sit in front of him. I sat down slowly, crossing my legs on one another, watching him carefully. 

"Alright," he started sitting the bowl down on the bed. "I can tell you're nervous," he gave me a slight glare. 

"How the hell am I supposed to not be?" I said, stating the obvious. I leaned back onto my palms, glancing back down to the object. 

"Just relax, it's not scary," he said digging into his pant pocket. He pulled out a lighter, setting it beside of the bowl. He reached into his other pocket, pulling out a small plastic bag with something in it. 

"What's that?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him and he gave me look that seemed to mean; are you serious? "Hey, I'm new to this stuff," I narrowed my eyes at him and he chuckled to himself. 

"It's the pot, babe," he gave me a wink, sending some of my nerves out of my system. I nodded breaking my gaze with him and back down to the three objects. 

"Where did you get it?" I asked quietly as if someone was listening to us. He started to shake his head.