"Boy...get out of here." I laughed, waving him off. He passed the blunt right back to me. I didn't even realize he even went.

"Damn, it's my turn already?" I sighed, taking it from him.

"Yeah." He laughed.

I laughed along with him, taking a puff and let it go into the air like a pro. Now it hit me. I was starting to feel high as hell.

"Saint what the fuck." I spoke, starting to panic.

"Cassie relax." He smiled. His voice echoed through the room, causing me to look around.

"What are you looking for?" He asked confusingly taking the blunt from me.

"My nigga the walls are shrinking." I panicked.

"Cassie relax. No their not mama." He laughed.

"Saint this is no where near funny. Why the fuck is your face doing that?" I asked, scooting away from him almost falling off of the bed.

His face was all warped and scary.

"Cassie." He laughed. "You only took two puffs and you trippin', trippin'. You not getting no more."

"Wait why?" I whined. Tears started to well up in my eyes. "Did I not do what I was supposed to?"

Saint was dying of laughter and I couldn't figure out why.

"I'm sorry." I whined, trying to take another puff of his blunt but he wouldn't let me.

"Baby stop. You can't handle it." He laughed.

I crossed my arms and looked off to the side, hearing the clock next to his bed tick. The ticks just got louder and louder so I started to stare at it. The green lit up numbers put me in a trance.

In the background all you could hear was Saint laugh.

"You ever notice the lines in between the numbers?" I spoke. "Like what's good with that? What were those people thinking?"

"Cassie..." Saint laughed.

"What?" I answered, with an unexplainable grin on my face.

"Go to bed. You acting wild right now. I got you in the morning with food." He laughed.

"No! Your not my dad." I spat.

"I'm not your daddy?" He asked.

I thought for a second.

"Your not?" I asked.

He bursted into laughter. "Go the fuck to bed." He laughed, trying to catch his breath.

"Nooo." I whined.

"Okay fine. Stay up all night." He shrugged, taking a puff of his blunt.

"No." I yawned, laying on his lap.

Slowly, I started to fall asleep. I had to wake up in two hours and my sleep schedule was already messed up. Saint got me high for the first time and I was loving it.

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