As we walked up the stairs seen even more people. Suddenly I hear a loud crashed followed by a shout "Sick man, i was flying for a solid 2 seconds!"
I looked over the edge to see a scruffy looking guy laying over a broken table.
"Dammit Jay you broke a vase last week, and my table this week! what will be next my fucking couch? That shits expensive man." A tall Black haired guy shouted at the drunk.
Mr. College man chuckled and dragged me towards a door. He opened it and let me in.
inside there was a small bed, and computer set and a small table next to it. Stereos surrounded the room.
Damn whoever's room this is a major nerd
I walked over to the bed and held out my hand. "Joint please" I said waiting patiently. The man dug in his pocket and retrieve the delicate wrapped gift.
I took no time to lite the joint and take my first hit. " So I never caught your name." I said as I watched the swirling clouds of smoke vanish in the air.
"Cameron" he said after a moment of thought.
"Cool" I Said then hit the joint again, I started coughing "Holy shit, this is good what is this?"
"Blue dream, and lemon haze mix" he said with a smirk.
I nodded then laid on the bed, the dizziness came back
I heard Cameron chuckle
I covered my head with my arms " My head feels like a fucking wrecking ball, what the hell Miley?" I heard Cam laugh "wow you're seriously fucked up right now, I'm going to go get you a beer... Maybe that will help?"
I nodded my head and groaned. A few minutes later Cam came back with a beer.
"Here drink this" he said and handed me red solo cup
Red solo cup, I fill you up
Let's have a party, let's have a party
I love you red solo cup, I lift you up,
Proceed to party, proceed to party
sorry I'm really high
I looked at the light brown liquid , does it usually fizz weirdly? I shrugged my shoulders and gulped it down. I set down the glass and The dizziness worsened and my vision started to blur. I looked over to cam who had a smirk plastered on his face. Wait.. did he drug me? My head was pounding and black dots speckled my already blurry sight. my chest is heavy and I cant move.
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