The sizzle of the match as it burst into a single flame. He watched it for a moment, let it burn just a bit, then brought it to the tip of his left-handed cigarette. He breathed in through it. Sweet.
He passed it to the girl to his left. She took a puff and passed it on. It went around their little circle of six people coming back to him ocasionally.
He looked up from where he sat in peaceful bliss. The trees above him were all but bare, the winter obvious to him.
Passed to him again, the final drag. He flicked the remains of the joint into a pile of wet leaves. "Anyone got another one?"
Shaking heads. He got up from his spot. "Well, let's go over to Mike's house and watch a movie."
Six teenagers, all high on life and marijuana, walked out of the forest and down the street without a care.
Zachary Hanson gazed out the window. He had hoped that one of his brothers would be back by now. But they were not. Instead, Isaac was staying for dinner at his girlfriend, Krystle's house. Taylor had called to say that he would be spending the night at Mike's house.
Zac knew what that meant. Taylor was too high to come home. He wished that he knew how to help him out.
A voice from the other room. "Zac! Dinner."
He tore his gaze from the unchanging scene beyong the amorphous glass of the window and entered the dining room. It was there that he drowned his sorrows in macaroni and cheese, the real kind, not the kind from the box.
"Ike, aren't you going to eat your potatoes?" Krystle asked from his left.
He trembled a bit. It was now or never. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jewelry box. He opened it and pushed it toward Krystle. Then he said four words that would change his life forever. "Will you marry me?"
She gasped and dropped her fork onto her plate. She grabbed the ring and slid it on the ring finger of her left hand. Perfect.
He gazed at her affectionately. "Can I take this as a yes?"
She smiled widely behind happy tears. "You can. I love you."
A few sniffles and a snort were heard. The sniffles were from Krystle's parents, the snort was from her younger sister, Melyssa.
Happiness filled him; the warmth of love.
Taylor Hanson stumbled into the living room of Mike Prescott. "Man. I should not have had the first and last drag."
A girl of about 15 lay naked but for a bra on the floor. "Why not? Think I'm a hallucination? Well, you can have me if you want."
He couldn't exactly see straight when she agily got to her hands and knees and strutted over to him. He couldn't say no as she trailed kisses up his leg landing where he wanted them most. He couldn't stand it as she slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
He quickly disrobed and then tore her bra off. He then lifted her up with strength he didn't know he had. He scoured the room with glazed eyes for a place to do this. A wide grin formed on his face as he noted the pale blue recliner in the corner.
He lay the girl down, not knowing her name or caring what it was, spreading her legs wide. He pulled the lever to recline the chair. A low moan escaped her throat. He smiled and lowered himself onto her.
Upon penetration she gasped in obvious pleasure and delight. Gently, he began to rock his hips against her, feeling her give into the rhythm with her downstroke at the perfect time.
He quickened his pace and she quickly followed suit. She had experience. She'd be every horny guys best friend because of that. That thought rocketed into his mind as she arched her back and increased the intensity of her downswing.
He was to the point where orgasm seemed like death to a person with a horible life. He didn't just want it, he needed it and would achieve it any way he could. Each time his pelvis came close to her thighs and she rocked her hips was like a quick fix for a junkie. It was heaven when your current residence was a permanent hell.
He felt a final stroke. That was all he needed. He released his seed into her. At that she screamed out in pleasure. She had achieved orgasm as well.
He pulled himself from her, dripping wet. She grinned. "That was fun. We'll have to do it again sometime."
He only nodded. He was tired now; his buzz was completely gone. He only wanted sleep; maybe with the aid of a legal drug.
Isaac had come home after an hour or two with a smile on his face and a spring in his step. Zachary had tried to get Isaac psyched for a rousing game of Cruisin' U.S.A., but Ike hadn't taken the bait.
Zac sat down in a small chair by the living room window. The sun was shining brightly outside. It was practically calling his name. Without giving it a second thought he grabbed his Rollerblades and headed out the door.
He sat down on the porch steps and strapped on his blades. He didn't bother with pads or a helmet. He figured on going only up and down the steet, maybe around the block. He felt that he had no reason to wear protective anything, let alone those dorky-looking things.
He wandered out of the neighborhood somehow and didn't bother heading right back. The sun that shone upon him was too inviting. It kept drawing him further from home.
He wasn't exactly sure which street he was on. He didn't even know his relative location. He spun around and skated backward while trying to place himself. A moment later, his feet slipped out from underneath him and darkness arrived.
Isaac, you're one lucky man. He was happy to be engaged, especialy to the one who was carrying his first child.
He had turned 18 only a few weeks ago. Krystle was not yet 17. He had already gotten permission from her parents as well as the graces of his own.
They had a steady relationship. They had gone on their first date in the summer of 1993. They had been all but inseparable since then.
A few months ago, on the fifth anniversary of their first date, they had made love. A month later he found out that Krystle was pregnant.
She carried it quite well. It wasn't showing but her parents knew. She had told them as soon as she suspected it, let alone knew. They hadn't been against it either. They said that marriage is only to bind you togeher legally. Love for your spouse and love for your child or children bind you together in every other way.
He hugged a picture of Krystle to his chest and began humming a beautiful melody. Love is a wonderful thing.
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