I held the bong in my hand studying it for a while. I never dreamed that this was why she wanted me over here. Should I do it? NO! I can't! This goes against everything that my parents ever taught me, but....AHHHHHHHHHH! I'm so confused!
I could feel her starring at me, trying to figure me out. I have to do it. She said it will be an answer to my problems right? Well, that's what I need.
"Show me how." I finally said.
I'm so glad that he decided to do it, because it's just what he needs to help him. I know he's going to love the feeling of the high he gets. I can't wait to see him.
"Okay." I said very simply as I sat down behind him on the bed.
I laid my arms on his huge shoulders and put my hands in front of his face. I could feel his body shaking. He was that scared? Maybe I shouldn't do this. But still, if he wanted to I guess it's okay.
He handed me the bong, and I struck a match to it. We both took a deep breath, and I pressed it to his lips.
"Now inhale." I instructed him.
He hesitated a second, but then inhaled. As soon as he did this he coughed a bit, but not much. That's really good for a first timer. I almost had a heart attack my first time.
"How was it?" I asked him.
"It tasted really bad, but I kinda liked it in a weird way."
"Do you wanna do another?" I asked. I was proud of him. He actually went through with it and didn't die, or wet his pants. This is good. I wonder how high I should let him get.
"You can do one if you want." he said kinda shyly.
"Okay." I said and pressed it to my own lips and lit up. I was a pro at this, and took a few more hits before I handed it back to him. "Here, you try by yourself."
He took the bong and matches from me, and repeated what I just did. He coughed a bit more, but not as much as the first time, and then did it again without coughing. Woah, I'm impressed. He must be a natural.
"Good." I said praising him. He handed it back to me. "Now I'm not gonna let you get high this time, because it's too soon and you won't know how to act around someone at home."
"Okay, I think I should go. Thanks man. I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, we'll do it again sometime." I said to him and helped him back out the window.
I walked home very slowly, thinking. I was feeling a slight buzz. It felt strange, but good. If this is what it's like when you just have three hits, I wonder what it's like to be high. It must be wonderful.
I sat down in a lawn chair in front of our house. I don't think I should do it again. I know everyone would hate me if they knew. But on the other hand, it feels so good. It does take away your problems with only a slight amount. Well, I guess if the opportunity arises again, I'll make my decision then.
I got up from the lawn chair and quietly snuck in the door. I made it upstairs safely, and took off my pants before opening my bedroom door. I walked in and came face to face with my eldest brother, sitting upright on his bed glaring at me. I wonder if he knew.
He looked really pissed, but against my better judgment, I just stood there and glared back at him, testing him.
"And where were you?" He asked me in a supriseingly calm tone.
"I just went to the bathroom." I said lying through my teeth.
"Liar. I saw you sneak out of the house over to Quakers. What were you two doing, and what do I smell? It sorta smells like....Zac, you didn't." he said in a tone that I didn't like very much.
"Look Ike, just stay out of my life man. It's none of your business where I went, or what I did. Just back off."
Woah! Oh my gosh man, the pewny boy hit me. He even made me fall. I was stunned, but also hurt. Not physically hurt (that only stung a little bit, and I did taste blood in my mouth) but emotionally hurt. Oh my gosh! How could he do this to me?
I had to get out of there, so I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in. I put the lid of the toilet seat down, and sat on in, starring out the window. Then I heard Ike outside the door.
"Zac, please come out. I didn't mean to do anything, it's just that....well you made me so mad. How could you sneak out to Quaker's house without even telling me, and come back smelling of pot?"
"How do you know what pot smells like?" I asked him. It never occurred to me that my older, wiser brother could have smoked before in his life.
"Believe me Zac, I lived in my day. Can you please come out so we can talk about this?"
"What do we need to talk about?"
"You know Zac."
I quietly opened the door and went back in our bedroom with him following me. We sat down on my bed, but widely spaced apart. I could never stay mad at Ike long, no matter what he did.
"Can you tell me what you did?" he asked me.
"Your gonna tell mom."
"No I won't, I promise."
"Swear on Taylor's life?"
"But Taylor? Why not...."
"Taylor's life."
"Okay, okay, I swear on Taylor's life that I won't tell mom."
I hesitated a little bit, but then told him everything. From what I told Quaker, to what happened at Quaker's house. I spilled my guts out to him. We were there for a few hours, just talking.
He promised he wouldn't say anything to anyone, and that this was just our secret. I love Isaac.