Randy x Gerald

The first day

Randy was driving home from the airport. His family had just left the state for a little summer vacation, Sharon had said she needed to get away for a while. She liked to take one or two weeks away every year for the past 4 years or so. Randy never went with her on these yearly trips, he always found an excuse. This time he said he had to take care of the farm. On his way back, while driving through South Park Randy had an idea.

"Why not check on my old buddy Gerald?" He thought out loud. "It's been a while since I saw the guy." He drove to Gerald's house and saw the driveway was empty so he parked there. He jumped out and knocked on the door.

"Oh! hi, Randy!" Gerald said as he opened the door.

"Hey, man." Randy replied. "Sharon and the kids just went out of town for a week, you want to hang out for a couple of days? I can show you the farm and stuff." He said excited.

"Hmm.."

"I have beer, and a shit ton of weed of course." Randy whispered with a grin. Gerald smirked.

"I'm in." He replied. "Let me just pack a few things and call Sheila, then we'll get going." Gerald said and pointed at his couch. "I'll be just a moment."

"Okay, cool." Randy smiled and sat down on the couch while Gerald jogged upstairs. Randy looked around the living room and noticed some things on the floor, it kind of looked like some arguing had went down or something. Randy decided not to think more of it. He waited a while longer until Gerald came down the stairs.

"Okay, everything's ready." Gerald said with a smile. Randy jumped from the couch and they headed out.

As they drove out to the farm Randy noticed that Gerald was being unusually quiet. Gerald was usually a very upbeat guy so it seemed a bit odd. Randy looked over at him but Gerald didn't seem to notice. He seemed deep in thought. Randy decided not to say anything.
They arrived at the farm a few minutes later and Gerald took his bags to Stan's bedroom, Randy had told him he could sleep there. After Gerald had settled in he went with Randy out to the barn.

"Okay, so this right here is where I package everything." Randy pointed at a workstation by one wall inside the barn.

"Neat, you do it by yourself or?" Gerald asked as he walked to the workstation.

"No no, I couldn't do everything alone." Randy walked over to Gerald and put his hand on his shoulder. "Towelie helps out a lot, when he isn't too high."

"Towelie? The towel?"

"Yeah, he's a real professional." Randy says. "He's on vacation right now so you won't see him, maybe next time."

"Okay, cool." Gerald said and picked up a jar. "Should we fire up?" He then suggested with a smirk.

"Fuck yeah." Randy agreed.

The two guys went outside and sat down on the swing bench on Randy's porch. Randy had taken a bong from the barn and a jar of weed. They smoked and talked until the sun sat down and the moon rose above them.

"The stars always look better in the countryside." Gerald said as he looked up at the sky. "No light pollution hiding them, you can finally see how pretty the sky really is."

"Yeah." Randy also looked at the sky. "The weed also helps." he then added. Gerald chuckled. Randy took another hit from the bong and blew the smoke out through the side of his mouth. He was feeling really lightheaded. He looked over at Gerald to say something funny, but Gerald's mind seemed to be elsewhere, so he decided maybe it was better to not say anything. Randy handed him the bong and he took it. Gerald took a deep hit and for a moment it was like the smoke would never come out. Then, after what seemed like forever, he finally blew it out slowly through his nose. Gerald handed the bong back to Randy and laid back on the bench. Randy was in awe.

"Holy shit, man.. You can really hold your smoke." Randy said, not taking his eyes off Gerald. Gerald looked back at him and smiled slightly.

"I smoked a lot in college." He replied and shrugged his shoulders.

"Still! That was pretty impressive." Randy insisted. "Can you do that again?" he asked and held out the bong. "I'll light it up for you and count how long 'til you breathe out."

"Okay, sure." Gerald sat up straight and gestured Randy to bring the bong to his face. Randy held up the bong to Gerald's face and as he put his lips on the bong Randy used his lighter to fire up the bowl. Randy started counting in his head as Gerald began breathing in the smoke. One..two..three..etc. Before Randy knew it he had counted to ten and Gerald still hadn't blown the smoke out. Randy waited with anticipation. Gerald backed away from the bong and looked at Randy, his eyes half closed and a slight smirk on his lips, and he blew the smoke softly towards Randy's face. Randy just blinked slowly as the smoke surrounded him. He took a deep breath and then the smoke faded away.

"Woah.." Randy gasped quietly.

"So how long was that?" Gerald asked as he laid back on the bench.

"I lost count, man.." Randy couldn't take his eyes off Gerald. "It felt like time stood still." 

"What?"

"Oh, nothing!" Randy quickly turned away and put the bong on a table beside him. He felt his heartbeat increase. "It was nothing.."

"Okay." Gerald replied and put one arm over his eyes. "I'm so fucking high, Randy."

"Yeah.. me too, Gerald." Randy said quietly as he looked back at Gerald. The way he sat had Randy in a trance. Looking at Gerald with his long legs spread apart, one arm stretched over his forehead and the other one almost touching Randy's own arm, it did something to Randy. He wasn't sure what though, maybe he was just really high.