I scanned the isles as I looked for something to buy. I was probably going to get out of the store with only gum but I just wanted to be late. My stupid uncle had kept me waiting for around fifteen minutes, so I figured I'd get payback and make him wait for me too. Whenever it was someone else doing the favor, he would arrive thirty minutes early then chastise them for being late.
I looked around the cereal aisle. There was a familiar face but I wasn't in the mood to converse, even though she was. I said hi in passing and then realized that I didn't want any fucking cereal so I moved to the dairy isle. There were a few people in the isle. The whole store actually didn't have a lot of people in it at the time. It came as a surprise, usually it was survival of the fittest in here.
I picked up some milk and started reading the bottle just to kill time. I wasn't very focused on it, so as soon as I detected movement, I looked up. Some big guy with a mohawk a few yards in front of me was putting something back on the shelf. Fuck my uncle for putting me in this position, I was bored as hell.
Still looking at the man in front of me, I turned my gaze away when he turned his face my way, but not before I noticed how his eyes lit up when he saw me. Did he know me? I was about to find out, because he started power walking in my direction. He wasn't exactly power walking, but given that it was a total stranger, it seemed ominous.
"Hey babe," he said, rubbing his hands on my cheeks. Oh no, he's gay too? Or is he just pulling my leg.
The next moment his lips were on mine. I froze, having never kissed a guy before. I'd only thought about it on nights when my mind was feeling adventurous. I was quite upset that this strange guy, handsome as he was, had stolen that first kiss though. It was only a peck but it was definitely unwarranted.
I avoided freaking out and thought maybe I could see what the hell was going on with him.
"Uh... Hey?" I said, visibly and completely confused. He looked genuinely happy to see me. I knew it was a practical joke, but by whom?
"You're back early," he said. Back from where?
"I was just getting some extra food for you, even though the fridge is already packed."
Okay?
The man was a strange character. At face value he looked like a hippie, with an oversized sweated over his big body and an obvious affinity to drugs given his behavior. His mohawk was on point though. I figured he was high, no way a sober person would just come to a total alien and act as if we were married.
"I've already eaten," I said trying to play along. He looked relieved for a second and tried to hide a sigh of relief.
"By the way who are you?" I asked.
"Look I know the new labels are hard to get used to, but I'm glad to be doing this. I've got a good feeling about it," he said. Never before in my life had I ever been so confused. I'm sure my facial features at that point were just one big question mark.
"Let's get out of here then, I've got a few blunts left over!" he said cheerfully. What the hell? I would've said no but the thought of scoring free weed may have changed my mind. For whatever reason I was especially craving it, so much that I'd bought some that morning. I had bought only a few to last me less than four nights though, so more for free meant more for free and I wasn't going to pass up the offer no matter where it came from, especially noticing it's effect on him. I too wanted that out of the world experience.
"Okay but no kissing alright? I'm taken," I lied. He blushed and slapped my forearm playfully. Whatever drug he was smoking, I really really wanted it too.
He led me by the hand and we got out of the store with no purchases made by either of us. I followed behind him, hand still in his. The way he was pulling me, I felt like I was a reluctant kid being dragged to school, so I tried to catch up with him. I'm not famous but I wasn't going to look like a fool in front of the hidden cameras filming this.
I was impressed by his conviction as he led me to an apartment building, and then to an actual apartment. I entered behind him, fully expecting a camera crew and Ashton Kutcher to be inside laughing his ass off, but it was empty. My mind tried to think of an explanation, but everything going on slowed down my thinking.
"Are you confusing me with someone else?" I finally asked.
"Come on," he laughed at me, "I think I know my own boyfriend."
One would think you do.
I slowly scanned the modest apartment. Everything looked normal enough, wooden coffee table, a TV, nice brown sofas, but to my utter surprise no hard drugs around. I checked myself out in the mirror to see if it was still me and I hadn't woken up in someone else's body. It really was me, so what the hell was happening?
"No blunts in sight," I commented, wanting to get high before I bolted. My craving had really overtaken my judgement, I shouldn't have been in that apartment to start with. My frugality had led me here, I knew I could have bought more weed if I wanted to. I kicked myself as I waited for his next move.
"What's the hurry," he asked slowly. "We've got all day."
He crept closer to me and raised his elbows to rest on my shoulders, linking his fingers behind my head.
"I missed you," he whispered.
"Uhhh..."
I had to bolt, but could I just push him away and run? Yes, but I didn't. Not after coming this far for my free weed.
"Missed you too," I said, lying my face off, even going as far as lightly touching his waist.
Now give me my weed please.
