I woke up that morning feeling refreshed. There was nobody left in the room, so I had the bedroom all to myself. Last night was defiantly interesting. It all seemed like a big blur to me. I guess it's better that way.
I picked up a book from underneath my bed, and read in the sunlight that flooded my bedroom. Sunlight was so pure. I wish I was like that.
I was content reading for a while, until I heard the faint sound of a skateboard. My family were the only ones on the block that boarded, so I wonder who it is.
I got up and looked out my window. There I saw a mini half pipe set up i front of Quaker's house, and Quaker, Beano, and a guy that I never saw before, skating on it. I got excited and opened my window, sticking my head out of it.
"Hey Quaker!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
"Oh hey Zac! Come out and join us!" she yelled back t me. Yes, friends!!!!!!!
I quickly got dressed in jeans that I had cut into shorts for the summer and had my mom sew a few patches on, and an authentic Spam shirt.
I ran downstairs and grabbed my board.
"Where are you going Zac?" my little brother Mackie asked me.
"Oh Mac, good that your here. Can you tell mommy that I went outside to skate with my friends? You can be the singing telegram."
"Okay, I will. *singing* Zacy went to play out side. Zacy went to play outside. Zacy went to...." he sang off down the hallway. Little kids are cute.
I pulled my shoes on and ran out the door, to Quaker's lawn.
"Hey Hanson boy!!!" Beano shouted at me while jumping on my back.
"Hey Beano." I said. I expected something like this from her. "Hey Quaker, is she um..."
"No, she's not high, that's just how she acts. So how did things go last night?" she asked me.
"Not to well, my brother saw me sneak out, and he smelt it on me."
"That sucks man. Did anything happen?"
"Nah." I said while swatting Beano off me. "He just whacked me, and then I made him promise that he wouldn't tell anyone."
"So that's how you got that mark on your face Hanson boy!" said Beano who was now standing in front of me. "Hey Hanson boy, that there is my boyfriend Benji. Say hi Benji." she said while pointing to the boy who was skating with them.
"Hey." Benji said. He looked quit out of place standing on our nice little suburban street. He had a huge mohawk that was spiked up to about 7 inches off his head that was dyed blue, black, and pink. He was wearing black UFO pants, and an Antiflag band tee.
"Hey." I replied back to him.
"So your that Hanson kid huh?"
"If you mean I'm in the band Hanson, then yes."
"Yeah, that's what I mean. Do you know what I think of your band?"
"Look, if your gonna say something negative, then spare me, because I heard them all already." I snapped at him. I was so sick of people dissing our band. We worked hard to get where we are.
"Relax dude, you gotta chill. i was just gonna say that I think you guys are pretty cool. I don't like that music very much, but there is a lot of respect for a band that plays their own instruments, writes their own stuff, and doesn't dance." he said. I was flattered.
"Thanks a whole lot man. That means a lot to me." I said gushing. I could tell this guys was gonna be cool too.
"Come on Zac," Quaker said, "Show us what you got."
"Okay, I'm a pro at this." I said while jumping on the pipe. I started doing my usual routine which consisted of a number of many impressive moves. They were all watching me and I loved the attention.
"Man," Benji said. "Your real good."
That majorly boosted my ego. My brothers always told me I sucked.
We skated for a while, and then we all went into Quaker's basement to watch TV.
"Hey Hanson boy!" Beano said in am almost seductive way while putting her hand on my knee. I took it off, and but in on Benji's knee.
"I thought you were taken."
"Oh yeah," Beano said. "Sorry Benji-bee"
"Whatever you say Bean-a-ba-da"
"You two make me sick man." Quaker said to them with a disgusted look.
"Oh your just jealous cause you don't have a boyfriend. Hey didn't you say you have a crush on...." Beano got out right before Quaker covered her mouth with her hand.
"Shut up man." Quaker said while uncovering her mouth. "Just don't say anything."
"But you two would be so...."
Quaker covered her mouth again before she had a chance to talk. I wonder who she likes.
Just as I was thinking that I glanced over at Benji who was rolling a fag on his lap.
"So you did have some." Beano said to him.
"Did I say I didn't?" he asked her
"Well no, but....can I have some?"
"Sure, I'll give you first hit."
"Hey Ben?" Quaker said. "You got anymore with you?"
"About enough to make another fag. Why, you want it?"
"Yeah, Zac and I can share it, since I'm sure that you two lovebirds will share the other one."
"Huh?" I asked. I'm gonna do another? This should be cool. I wonder if she's gonna let me get high this time. I hope so.
"Damn straight!" Beano said while grabbing Benji and planting a big wet one on his lips. Benji kissed her right back. I find this PDA (public display of affection) rather sickening.
Benji rolled another fag with the remaining weed he had left. As soon as I saw it, I wanted it. I'm not addicted or anything. I can't be, cause I only did it once. But then why is my mouth watering?
Quaker took it and lit up. She took three hits, and then gave it to me. i dd the same. In that short matter of time I was as high as I was last night. I gave it back to Quaker who took four, who in turn handed it back to me. I finished it.
Meanwhile Benji and Beano were doing the same with theirs as we did with ours. It is quite interesting, because I just started feeling a little lightheaded, but not in a bad way, in a good one.
This was a weird sight indeed. With my own eyes, I watched a Hanson get high. It was the weirdest thing, because he knew what he was doing too. Quaker told us what the two of them did the night before in her bedroom, so I should have known, but she said she didn't let him get high. I guess she had a change of heart, because here he is, taking a number of hits off the stoke that I gave them.
The kid is cool I got to admit. I mean the minute Quake told me she was friends with a Hanson, I scowled at her. I mean look at their rep as the kings of pop. i could never see Quake hanging out with someone with that title. I expected him to be this wimpy little kid, who I could beat up in a second if he pissed me off, but now looking at him, he looks like he would put up quite a fight.
Quaker told me that he hated the music that his band played, and he liked the music that we do. I find that hard to believe. Well, I think he is capable of liking punk and the rock type thing, but never the stuff that I listen to, like God Forbid, Static X, Drowning Pool, and Spinal Tap. You know, the heavy metal type thing. I hope I can get him into it too. Ever since I heard that I was gonna meet him, I wondered what that long blonde hair would look like spiked.....
"Hey Zac, you know what I always wanted to do?" Quaker said to me between laughs.
"What?" I asked her giggling myself.
"I always wanted my bellybutton pierced."
"I'll do it for you." I said totally joking.
"Only if I get to pierce your eyebrow." she said seriously. Well, abut as serious as you can be when your high.
Against my better judgment, I agreed to let her pierce me. We walked into the bathroom, where she lit a safety pin on fire to serialize it. We were both still laughing our heads off. This should be cool. I'm gonna look like a punk man.
Zac was positively giddy. I wasn't as high as him because i've been doing it for a while, so that little amount didn't have as big an effect on me as it did on him.
I got the pin that we were to use, and serialized it.
"I get to do it to you first okay?" I asked him. I wanted to see how it would work on him first before he did anything to me.
"Mmmmkay. That's would be fine and dandy. *heheheh* Hey, like sour candy!"
I laughed at that. It's good to see him happy.
"Okay, sit there." I said while pointing to the closed toilet seat. He sat. "Hold still, this may hurt a bit."
I took an ice cube and held it to his eyebrow, numbing it so it wouldn't hurt him too much. I got on of my bar earrings out of my pocket, and unscrewed the ball at the end, to get it ready to put in.
"Are you ready?" I asked him
"Ready as I'll ever be Chewbaca!" he said. Chewbaca?
I got close to him, but he back up against the wall. I tried it again, but he did the same thing. I sighed and sat on his lap, facing him. It was actually cool sitting on a boy's lap. I mean you could feel everything.
I took the end of his left eyebrow between two of my fingers, he squeezed his eyes shut, I counted to ten, and then stuck the pin right through his skin. He winced a little bit, but didn't do anything.
"You okay?" I asked him only inches away from his face.
"Yeah...I guess. Are you done?"
"Almost, I just have to put the earring in.
"Okay."
It just occurred to me as I was screwing the ball back on the earring once it was through his eyebrow, the huge amount of trust he had in me even if he was high. You can still think straight most of the time when your in this state. Then I realized that I trusted him. This is really cool.
He still had his eyes closed, so I slowly kissed his forehead, and got off him. He opened his eyes, and I held a mirror up for him to see himself. I swear he almost passed out. Well, he looked a little queasy.
"Are you ready to do mine?" I asked him
"Okay, I guess." He said while cleaning the needle like he saw me do.
I took off my shirt and laid on the ground. I caught him looking at me a bit, and I blushed. When he saw me blush, he blushed also. Well, this is defiantly awkward.
He knelt down next to me, and numbed the skin he was gonna pierce. I closed my eyes tightly. Now I know how he felt.
I was terrified of hurting her, so I kept the ice on longer than it needed to be there. When I felt my fingers were about to fall off, I removed the ice, and quickly stuck the needle in. No reaction from her. Good, I didn't hurt her. I put in the earring that she gave me, and told her I was done. She stood up and looked in the mirror. As soon as she did, she gave me a big smile.
"Thanks man!" she said.
"Thank you, except I just thought of a problem, my parents are gonna kill me."
"Um...yeah that can be a potential problem. No Zac. That ain't good. Well, come here, and we'll see if we can hide it."
I walked over to her, and she pulled out a box that I would soon find out, contained every hair product know to man. She took out a brush, and some hair spray, and began to brush my hair over it. When she was done, you couldn't see it at all.
"Thanks, you may have just saved my life." I said to her greatly relieved. By now, the high was only a slight one, like last night's. I was glad for that, because I had to be home soon.
"Don't mention it." she said, then looked away sheepishly.
"What's the matter?" I asked her in a concerned way.
"Zac, can I um...hug you?" she asked me very shy. How could I say no? I wanted to do this for a while, but was too scared to ask. I'm glad she did.
As soon as she said that, I pulled her into, as my little sister Zoe puts it, one of my world famous bear hugs (only not so hard). She hugged back and put her head on my chest. It felt so good. I've have never had a feeling like this before, and I was enjoying it.
She looked up at me, and I looked down at her. Our eyes met in a mystical way, and very slowly we leaned towards each other and brushed our lips together in the softest way possible. That was my first kiss.....