"You look nice." Omar said when I opened the door. "Oh, thanks." I said. I wasn't wearing anything special. Just jeans and a baby-t that had a picture of a drumset on it. I had started to dress nicer, but when I remembered what Omar had said on the phone, I didn't. I didn't want him to think I was dressing up for him. "Are you ready?" I asked him. "Yeah." He said. He was wearing a plack bandana over his dreadlocks this time. He also had on some nicer jeans, well nice for his standards anyway, and a black t-shirt with some band name on it. It was a nicer shirt though. It looked new. "So, where are we going?" I asked him. "Pizza, and then to go catch an independant film, "Jane's Affliction", at the SD Theatre for the Arts." He said. "Wow. That sounds fun." I told him. We walked to his car, a beat up old Honda, and climbed in. I noticed he had cleaned it out, and I giggled. "What?" He asked, closing his door, and starting the car. He didn't have seatbelts for us to buckle. "You cleaned. Expecting company?" I asked, and gave me a mock-evil stare. "Maybe." He said, and winked at me. I just laughed. He drove us to the SD Theatre, and we walked to a pizza joint that was across the street. I felt like I was seeing a whole different side of Omar. His less hippy side. The thought made me giggle. "Yes? You find the pizza funny?" He asked me. "Yes, very." I said, and he looked confused. After we ate we walked to the theatre. It was an old building, and had kind of a musty smell. Like in an old museum or something. I loved it. We sat down and talked while we waited for the film to start. "So. About what I said earlier." Omar said. "Yeah?" I asked, felling kind of nervous. "About Simon. I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to come off sounding like a jerk, or like I didn't like him or something." He said. "It's okay." I told him, and smiled. The lights dimmed, and the film started. There was a short introduction given by the little known director. A woman. She looked really smart, and pretty. I admired her. The movie started, and was really intense right from the begining. It was about a woman, Jane, and her addiction to Heroine. She reminded me a lot of Abby. It was her journey through several rehabs, her loss of several close friends. Loss either from using drugs, or deserting her because of her use. She finaly got clean, but wasn't able to stop her best friend, Mickey, from quiting. He ended up killing himself when He was really high. The whole movie seemed to strike too close to home, and I cried through most of it. I thought it was an amazing movie though. I was glad Omar brought me to see it. When the movie ended, and the lights went up, the theatre was full of tearsoaked eyes. I looked at Omar, and he put his arm around me and lead me out of the theatre and to the car. "So? What did you think?" He asked. "It was amazing." I told him. We were quiet for a few minutes. "Ready to go home?" He asked me. "Nah. We can go back to your place if you want. I'm a thoughtful mood now. I kind of want to talk about stuff." I said. "Awesome." He said, and we drove to his house. Rose wasn't home when we got there. I sat down on the couch. "Want to do a few hits with me?" He asked. "Yeah." I said. "Come on." He said, and nodded to his room. I got up and followed him back there. I sat down on his bed, and he turned out the light. Then he flicked on a lamp and the room glowed red. "That's awesome." I told him, looking around. It made a really neat effect. "Thanks. Most people have blue lights, but I like this better." He said. He dug around in a drawer and pulled out a pipe and a bag of weed. I watched him load it up precisley. He was interesting to watch. Then he lit it and took a few hits. He passed it to me, and took one hit, then started caughing! I was kind of embarassed. He just smiled at me. "He, don't worry about it. You just aren't used to it yet." He said. "Do it again. You wont caugh this time." He said. I did, and he was right. I gave it back to him, and he held the lighter up to it and took another hit. We passed it back and forth like that a few times, before he put the pipe away. "Wow." I said. "What?" He asked, crossing his legs. He was sitting next to me on the bed. "I wasn't this high last time." I said, and giggled. "No you weren't. It's fun though isn't it?" He asked. "Yeah." I said. "I'm going to get some liquor. Do you want some too?" He asked. "Yes." I told him. He smiled and got up and left. I was a little cold, so I picked up a flannel shirt of his put it on. It was huge! It made me laugh. Just then my phone rang. "Hellllllloooooooo?" I answered. "Robyn? Is that you?" Simon asked. "Oh shit." I said. I hadn't meant to say that, but it just came out. "What?" He asked. "Nothing." I said, and giggled. "Okay. Hey, Sorry I didn't call you yesterday, or the day before. I had a couple really busy days. Do you want me to come over tonight? We could take a bath, maybe watch a few movies, maybe....have a little fun?" He asked. "YEAH!" I said. "Cool, I'll be over soon." He said. Suddenly I remembered where I was. And that I was high. "Oh wait! I can't tonight." I told him. "Oh, okay. What's up?" He asked. "Um...I..." I stammered. "I'm kind of high right now." I told him. "What?" He asked. "That doesn't sound like you." "I know. I wanted to try it though. I'm at Omar and Rose's." I said. Making sure I said and Rose's, and not just at Omar's. "Oh, okay. Well, have fun. Say hi to Omar and Rose for me." He said, sounding kind of dissapointed. "Awwww. I'm sorry." I told him. "It's okay! I've had my nights of high fun too. Just enjoy yourself. Maybe I can swing by tomorrow night." He said. "Okay. Bye." I said. "Bye Babe." He said, and hung up. Omar came back in with a bottle of Jager and two shot glasses. He looked funny, and I laughed, forgeting Simon had even called. "Is Jager okay? Beer isn't as much fun when you are stoned." He said. "Absolutely!" I told him. He sat down, poured two shots. He handed me one, and held his in there air. "To friendships, and new discoveries!" He said, and we toasted, then slammed back the shots. "WOOO!" I shouted. I felt like the alcohol was already in affect. "Wow. You know how to take a shot." He said. "Damn straight I do!" I said, and jumped up. "What are you doing?" He asked me. "I'm dancing." I said. I started to sway my hips. I rose my arms in the air, and closed my eyes, dancing to imaginary music in my head. "Wow, okay stop." Omar said. "What?" I asked, opening my eyes. "That is really sexy. REALLY hot. So, if you want me to be a gentleman, you've gotta stop." He said, and I started laughing. "Sorry." I said. "It's okay." He said, laughing. "So, what should I do instead?" I asked him. "How about you sit back down." He said. "Aw, okay." I said, and stuck out my lip. "Wait, I know what." He said. "What?" I asked. "Hold on." He said. He got up, put a CD in and turned it way up. Techno started playing. "We're just high on weed, not E." I told him. "So. Its still fun. Like you know what E is like anyway." He said. "Hey. You don't know what I have or havn't done." I told him. He just raised his eyebrows at me, and I laughed. I turned on a little strobe light, and we started dancing together. It was so much fun! We did that for god knows how long. After a really, really long time, he turned the music down, turned off the strobe light, and we sat down in the red-glow of his room. "That was fun." I told him. "I told you." He said. I just smiled at him. I grabbed the jager and the shot glasses and poured two more shots. We took them, and I poured two more. Once we took those, I started to pour two more, and Omar stopped me. "Take it easy there Chica." He said. "Sorry. It's really good." I told him, and he laughed. "I know. But i don't want you passing out or getting sick on me." He said, and took the bottle from me. I leaned back and layed down on the bed, closing my eyes. I felt increadibly out of it. Like the whole world had stopped, and it was just me lying there, peaceful. I felt a hand on my neck, and lips caress mine. I moaned, and kissed them back. I continued the kiss for a few minutes, and then opened my eyes. "OMAR!" I shouted, confused and out of it. "What?" He asked, smiling. "I don't know." I said, crinkling up my face. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah. I love Simon." I told him. "Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded. Then I thought about it and shrugged. "I don't know. But I do know I had a huge problem of jumping around from guy to guy, and I don't want to be that person anymore. I need to give Simon a chance." I told him. He looked disapointed. I rolled over on my side so we lay there facing each other. "Sorry." I said. "It's okay." He said. "I should be the sorry one." He smiled. "You are sweet." I told him. "Thanks. So are you. You taste good too. Like Jager." He said, and I laughed. "So do you." I said. I started feeling really tired, and felt myself dozing off. I felt Omar put his arm around my waist, and nuzzle his face into my neck. He felt warm and comfortable. We fell asleep like that.
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"You look nice." Omar said when I opened the door.
"Oh, thanks." I said. I wasn't wearing anything special. Just jeans and a baby-t that had a picture of a drumset on it. I had started to dress nicer, but when I remembered what Omar had said on the phone, I didn't. I didn't want him to think I was dressing up for him.
"Are you ready?" I asked him.
"Yeah." He said. He was wearing a plack bandana over his dreadlocks this time. He also had on some nicer jeans, well nice for his standards anyway, and a black t-shirt with some band name on it. It was a nicer shirt though. It looked new.
"So, where are we going?" I asked him.
"Pizza, and then to go catch an independant film, "Jane's Affliction", at the SD Theatre for the Arts." He said.
"Wow. That sounds fun." I told him. We walked to his car, a beat up old Honda, and climbed in. I noticed he had cleaned it out, and I giggled.
"What?" He asked, closing his door, and starting the car. He didn't have seatbelts for us to buckle.
"You cleaned. Expecting company?" I asked, and gave me a mock-evil stare.
"Maybe." He said, and winked at me. I just laughed. He drove us to the SD Theatre, and we walked to a pizza joint that was across the street. I felt like I was seeing a whole different side of Omar. His less hippy side. The thought made me giggle.
"Yes? You find the pizza funny?" He asked me.
"Yes, very." I said, and he looked confused. After we ate we walked to the theatre. It was an old building, and had kind of a musty smell. Like in an old museum or something. I loved it. We sat down and talked while we waited for the film to start.
"So. About what I said earlier." Omar said.
"Yeah?" I asked, felling kind of nervous.
"About Simon. I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to come off sounding like a jerk, or like I didn't like him or something." He said.
"It's okay." I told him, and smiled. The lights dimmed, and the film started. There was a short introduction given by the little known director. A woman. She looked really smart, and pretty. I admired her. The movie started, and was really intense right from the begining. It was about a woman, Jane, and her addiction to Heroine. She reminded me a lot of Abby. It was her journey through several rehabs, her loss of several close friends. Loss either from using drugs, or deserting her because of her use. She finaly got clean, but wasn't able to stop her best friend, Mickey, from quiting. He ended up killing himself when He was really high. The whole movie seemed to strike too close to home, and I cried through most of it. I thought it was an amazing movie though. I was glad Omar brought me to see it. When the movie ended, and the lights went up, the theatre was full of tearsoaked eyes. I looked at Omar, and he put his arm around me and lead me out of the theatre and to the car.
"So? What did you think?" He asked.
"It was amazing." I told him. We were quiet for a few minutes.
"Ready to go home?" He asked me.
"Nah. We can go back to your place if you want. I'm a thoughtful mood now. I kind of want to talk about stuff." I said.
"Awesome." He said, and we drove to his house. Rose wasn't home when we got there. I sat down on the couch.
"Want to do a few hits with me?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said.
"Come on." He said, and nodded to his room. I got up and followed him back there. I sat down on his bed, and he turned out the light. Then he flicked on a lamp and the room glowed red.
"That's awesome." I told him, looking around. It made a really neat effect.
"Thanks. Most people have blue lights, but I like this better." He said. He dug around in a drawer and pulled out a pipe and a bag of weed. I watched him load it up precisley. He was interesting to watch. Then he lit it and took a few hits. He passed it to me, and took one hit, then started caughing! I was kind of embarassed. He just smiled at me.
"He, don't worry about it. You just aren't used to it yet." He said. "Do it again. You wont caugh this time." He said. I did, and he was right. I gave it back to him, and he held the lighter up to it and took another hit. We passed it back and forth like that a few times, before he put the pipe away.
"Wow." I said.
"What?" He asked, crossing his legs. He was sitting next to me on the bed.
"I wasn't this high last time." I said, and giggled.
"No you weren't. It's fun though isn't it?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said.
"I'm going to get some liquor. Do you want some too?" He asked.
"Yes." I told him. He smiled and got up and left. I was a little cold, so I picked up a flannel shirt of his put it on. It was huge! It made me laugh. Just then my phone rang.
"Hellllllloooooooo?" I answered.
"Robyn? Is that you?" Simon asked.
"Oh shit." I said. I hadn't meant to say that, but it just came out.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing." I said, and giggled.
"Okay. Hey, Sorry I didn't call you yesterday, or the day before. I had a couple really busy days. Do you want me to come over tonight? We could take a bath, maybe watch a few movies, maybe....have a little fun?" He asked.
"YEAH!" I said.
"Cool, I'll be over soon." He said.
Suddenly I remembered where I was. And that I was high.
"Oh wait! I can't tonight." I told him.
"Oh, okay. What's up?" He asked.
"Um...I..." I stammered. "I'm kind of high right now." I told him.
"What?" He asked. "That doesn't sound like you."
"I know. I wanted to try it though. I'm at Omar and Rose's." I said. Making sure I said and Rose's, and not just at Omar's.
"Oh, okay. Well, have fun. Say hi to Omar and Rose for me." He said, sounding kind of dissapointed.
"Awwww. I'm sorry." I told him.
"It's okay! I've had my nights of high fun too. Just enjoy yourself. Maybe I can swing by tomorrow night." He said.
"Okay. Bye." I said.
"Bye Babe." He said, and hung up. Omar came back in with a bottle of Jager and two shot glasses. He looked funny, and I laughed, forgeting Simon had even called.
"Is Jager okay? Beer isn't as much fun when you are stoned." He said.
"Absolutely!" I told him. He sat down, poured two shots. He handed me one, and held his in there air.
"To friendships, and new discoveries!" He said, and we toasted, then slammed back the shots.
"WOOO!" I shouted. I felt like the alcohol was already in affect.
"Wow. You know how to take a shot." He said.
"Damn straight I do!" I said, and jumped up.
"What are you doing?" He asked me.
"I'm dancing." I said. I started to sway my hips. I rose my arms in the air, and closed my eyes, dancing to imaginary music in my head.
"Wow, okay stop." Omar said.
"What?" I asked, opening my eyes.
"That is really sexy. REALLY hot. So, if you want me to be a gentleman, you've gotta stop." He said, and I started laughing.
"Sorry." I said.
"It's okay." He said, laughing.
"So, what should I do instead?" I asked him.
"How about you sit back down." He said.
"Aw, okay." I said, and stuck out my lip.
"Wait, I know what." He said.
"What?" I asked.
"Hold on." He said. He got up, put a CD in and turned it way up. Techno started playing.
"We're just high on weed, not E." I told him.
"So. Its still fun. Like you know what E is like anyway." He said.
"Hey. You don't know what I have or havn't done." I told him. He just raised his eyebrows at me, and I laughed. I turned on a little strobe light, and we started dancing together. It was so much fun! We did that for god knows how long. After a really, really long time, he turned the music down, turned off the strobe light, and we sat down in the red-glow of his room.
"That was fun." I told him.
"I told you." He said. I just smiled at him. I grabbed the jager and the shot glasses and poured two more shots. We took them, and I poured two more. Once we took those, I started to pour two more, and Omar stopped me.
"Take it easy there Chica." He said.
"Sorry. It's really good." I told him, and he laughed.
"I know. But i don't want you passing out or getting sick on me." He said, and took the bottle from me. I leaned back and layed down on the bed, closing my eyes. I felt increadibly out of it. Like the whole world had stopped, and it was just me lying there, peaceful. I felt a hand on my neck, and lips caress mine. I moaned, and kissed them back. I continued the kiss for a few minutes, and then opened my eyes.
"OMAR!" I shouted, confused and out of it.
"What?" He asked, smiling.
"I don't know." I said, crinkling up my face.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah. I love Simon." I told him.
"Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded. Then I thought about it and shrugged.
"I don't know. But I do know I had a huge problem of jumping around from guy to guy, and I don't want to be that person anymore. I need to give Simon a chance." I told him. He looked disapointed. I rolled over on my side so we lay there facing each other.
"Sorry." I said.
"It's okay." He said. "I should be the sorry one." He smiled.
"You are sweet." I told him.
"Thanks. So are you. You taste good too. Like Jager." He said, and I laughed.
"So do you." I said. I started feeling really tired, and felt myself dozing off. I felt Omar put his arm around my waist, and nuzzle his face into my neck. He felt warm and comfortable. We fell asleep like that.
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