Warnings: homophobia, drugs, sex, and cussing.
COLLAB WITH homosinternet
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3rd POV
Getting high in the heat of summer during mid-day was one of Vic's favorite things to do. He and his friend (he really wouldn't know what to call their relationship at this point) had already shared a blunt together. Vic was finishing the roach while Kellin, his "friend," was rolling yet again.
The speaker in his room was on and blasting I'm Just Kid by Simple Plan, which had just come out. Living in the early 2000s was difficult for two teenagers like them considering their situation.
Vic was closeted.
Just the thought put him in a foul mood. He never thought that this is how he would turn out. He didn't even know if he was fully gay or still into girls, but Kellin's whole existence made him confused and he absolutely despised it.
"I'm done," the younger one said, keeping his voice quiet since his throat was dry and he had the world's worst case of cottonmouth. Vic looked down to see a perfectly rolled backwood in his pale, bony hand. Impressive for a sixteen-year-old.
He took it from him and put it in between his lips. Kellin grabbed his blue lighter and placed the flame on the butt of the backwood, Vic inhaling to make sure the weed was lit. This caused their faces to only be inches away from each other, a situation they both knew too well considering the amount of sex they've had before.
Their sort of relationship was taboo at this time. If his parents were to find out, there was no doubt he would be disowned considering how ignorant and conservative Hispanic parents could be. And not only that, he didn't want to feel this way. He wanted to be completely straight just so he wouldn't have to go through the trouble of feeling like shit all the time over being attracted to a guy but his body always felt better around guys in both friendly and sexual manners, which only made it worse for him.
Kellin then extended his hand and seized the blunt from Vic's tanned and strong hand. He looked at the Hispanic man with his big droopy blue eyes that were now red from the weed they had been smoking and placed the roll between his pink plump lips as he smirked and then chuckled. This action raised a small red flag in Vic's head, Kellin was not supposed to snatch things from his hand, that was not what he liked. He preferred to have control over everything to prevent anyone from taking advantage of him and his mind but the worst of all was that he appreciated and loved Kellin's soft chuckle.
He tsk'd and gave Kellin a look, not really in the mood for any sort of teasing or joking. He was already in a bad mood before Kellin was there and the only thing that was relaxing him was smoking. Speaking of which, he was absolutely in another galaxy right now, which is what he wanted. He could feel his eyes burning from his room being hotboxed (resulting in him also sweating) and they felt droopy. His whole body was tingling and everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.
He knew that his mother would then yell her mind out for not only smoking inside the house because he was doing drugs. I wouldn't be the first time his mother would yell at him for that but he couldn't care less at the moment, he craved what he was feeling at the moment for the whole week. He tried to get weed in his hands as constant as he could but sometimes it would be impossible with his mother bothering him the whole time and his father pushing him around. That day was the day that he scored half an ounce, and he was proud of that.
