[Chayden]

I eased the sweatshirt off of his arms, and moved on to his thermal.

Tweek shivered when my hands gripped his wrists on their way down to the lower hem; we were close enough that I felt the tremors run beneath his skin, prompting answering ones under my own. My eyes wanted to roll back into my head... Was it wrong to feel so gone before the blunt had even been lit?

Inside my head, I was already panting.

[Chayden]

Just the face he was making at me was gonna get me fucking hot if I didn't watch myself.

I distracted myself from that by stripping him. And if I had planned on keeping those sparks flying once that shirt came up over Tweek's head, then my hopes would have been dashed by the awesome mess the static tossed his hair into.

"That thing looks like a fucking bird's nest, Tweek!" Kenny cackled.

[Chayden]

The kid didn't seem to be offended, though; in fact, he appeared to be relieved that that ordeal was over with [my pride took the hit unflinchingly]. "Okay, okay. Craig, wanna hand over your lighter so we can get this bitch started?"

"You don't have to explain shit to me, man," I quipped as I fished for it in my pocket. Handing it over, I grumbled, "These jeans are getting tight."

[Chayden]

I hadn't prepared myself for the sudden roaring that filled the car.

"What's that, Craigy? Getting' carried away already?" Kenny was slapping his knees, and Tweek had his head thrown back as the mirth bubbled from them both.

"Shut the fuck up! That's not what I meant!"

[Chayden]

"N-no B-BJs until I'm baked!"

...Stupid fucking homoerotic humor.

"Liiiight it and fucking hand it over," I demanded, remembering once more how nice it was to give people the finger. He acquiesced through the last of his chuckles. "And it's not my fault if you upholstery magically catches on fire."

[Chayden]

"Just like it's not my fault if you fuck up the hotbox?"

"Yeah. Just like that."

I snatched the weed from him and greedily brought it to my lips, wanting to take in as much as I could with that first inhale.

Kenny pumped up the jams, playing some mixed CD that was pretty stacked, if I do say so myself.

[Chayden]

Cage the Elephant, DRUGS, LMFAO... and Dope, ironically enough.

"It's Yes!" Kenny crowed with a fist pump.

"I know that song! Wakin' up next to a beautiful giiirl~," I winked and pointed the double-barrels at Tweek teasingly.

[Chayden]

He squealed and pushed me away, giggling.

"You t-tease!"

"I do."

We were content for a moment, just passing our blunt and listening to the music. Tweek took his smoke like a fucking pro...

[Chayden]

And then they say, "Fool, your royal p---- is clean!"

I didn't say anything. I just caught Tweek's eye and raised a brow at him.

"I-I'm not c-cleaning your royal p----!"

Kenny and I roared with laughter, high-fiving and clapping like fucking retarded seals in our glee.

[Chayden]

"Your fireman is royal now, dude!"

"I knoooooow!"

We had Tweek stopped up for the umpteenth time. "...L-lucky that you're b-both high..."

"Here, whatever, you two. Snack time. Now. Before I fucking shrivel up from this cotton mouth."

[Chayden]

He tossed up a pair of pops for the both of us, and tore the top off of a blue one for himself. He sat sucking on it happily as he enjoyed the momentarily stupid expressions that crossed our faces.

I opened mine and snatched the blunt from him. A bite of ice, a puff of weed... The contrast between the chilliness and the warmth was fucking amazing.

[Chayden]

"Somebody write this shit downnn," I demanded, my head lolling back as I basked in the ecstasy, and those were the only words that were said for quite some time.

Kenny was stretched out across the entire front section of the car; Tweek and I leaned against our respective doors, our legs a tangled mess in the space between us.

Time passed like dripping honey, nice 'n sweet 'n slow. Each and every one of us stared off into space, laughing intermittently - goddamn near everything is fucking hysterical when you're stoned.

I couldn't help but smile at the way Tweek was slurping the very end of the joint, seeing how close the cherry could get to his mouth before he'd have to give it up.

[Chayden]

I probably looked like a retard.

Although I was hungry as fuck, I didn't really mind only having ice to crunch on. The warmth of my hands had melted the thing down quite a bit, actually; I mashed it with my fingers and chuckled its jumping.

When that wasn't fun any more, I pressed my forehead against the window. It was pretty fuckin' smoky in the car... But it was still amusing enough to swirl the print I had left with my fingertip, and doubly as amusing to lick the entire window clean, doodling with my spit.

[Chayden]

"Dudes, lookit this~," I drawled, pointing at the spit-genitals I had drawn with a heavy hand.

"Picasso!"

"Da Vinci!"

"Leonardo!"

"Th-that's the same guy!"

"...Monte Carlo!"

"...I-is that where we're st-staying when you bring us to Vegas, Ken?"

[Chayden]

I kinda forget what happened next. I guess the high must have been pretty good if I can't even fucking remember it. All I know is that Kenny had lit another one up, and I was hogging the shit out of it.

When Kenny managed to finally pry it away from me, I really mellowed out. My feet were propped up on the driver's headrest, my knees slack, making my legs as open and wide as a class hooker's.