Note: Although most to all of the stories I post on this site are unedited crap, this one is particularly so because of the constraints of Nanowrimo.
He didn't particularly know what he was doing. Sitting alone in his room. The lights were as dim as he could make them. He tossed the pill bottle back and forth between his two hands, staring at them as they swished back and forth in the air. The rattle of them inside reminded him of a baby's toy. He opened up the bottle and gazed inside for a moment before continuing his strange ritual. After a few minutes more of this he said “Fuck it.” and threw the bottle off to a dark corner of his room. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and watched as its glow brought to life all the remainders of his room he couldn't make out before. He flipped through the speed dial stopping on Vince. It rang until the answering machine picked up. He quickly hung up and dialed it once again. On the final ring a voice echoed across the line.
“Hey man, what's up?”
“Not much, how about you?” He could hear the cries from the TV over the phone but asked anyways.
“Just gaming it up.”
“Cool, cool. I was wondering if you wanted to go to the park and blaze?”
“Have I ever said no to that?”
“Not that I've heard.”
“When?”
“Right now?”
“Well shit, let me finish this up and I'll be there. Where do you want to meet?”
“Your place, I'll be there in about ten minutes.”
“Okay man, see you soon.”
“Bye”
He flipped his phone back closed again and sighed. He pulled on a sweat shirt quickly. It was black and dirty, but it was perfect for this kind of operation. Grabbing a bag quickly he exited out of his room. All the lights were out as everyone else in the house had gone to sleep. He had to be quiet. Not that it mattered if he got caught. What would anyone say to him. He was an adult, going out at night. They couldn't stop him. None the less he was quiet. He liked to think it was out of kindness to those sleeping in the house, but it was really just the primal fear from his childhood of being caught doing something he'd get in trouble for.
He tiptoed his way to the door and inched it open. Sliding out quickly he closed the door and checked to make sure it was locked. Proud of himself he strolled over to his car where a cat was waiting next to it.
“Hi Buzz” he said
“Meow” buzz responded. He reached down and gave the cat a good rub down. It's orange fur almost seemed to glow in the dim light from the street lamps. He shooed it away with his hand and got into the car. He was always afraid that one night he'd hit a cat. He couldn't bare to think of Buzz getting run over by some reckless driver like himself. He turned on the ignition and all of a sudden music blared from the speakers at an ungodly level. He was torn between putting his hands over his ears and shutting it down quickly. He ended up doing neither and instead shut it down after a few moments. He shook his head.
“Shitty night.”
He flipped on the lights and backed up to pull out into the main road. No cars were out at this time, and to him, that made it the best time to drive. It was only a few blocks to Vince's house, so it took it slow, but still managed to get there very early. It didn't matter know, he knew Vince would still just be sitting inside playing video games. He didn't bother to knock on the door as he came in and entered Vince's room. He knew everyone else would be asleep at this time, and they had a weird thing about never locking their doors. Vince was sitting inches away from the screen and mashing away wildly at the controller.
“Hey John” Vince said, breaking his trance
“Yo.”
John was always envious of the way Vince seemed to be able to move his hands at lightning speed and still have a total idea of what he was doing. John just didn't have the mental speed for that.
“Wanna play a round?” Vince offered
“Sure.” John sat down on the chair next to him, joining his gently glowing den of game graphics. After a few moments the game was over. Vince won like usual. “I need to practice more.” John offered.
“You always say that.” Vince said with a smirk. “So you wanna...” Vince held his index finger and thumb up to his mouth and inhaled while squinting his eyes.
“That's what I'm here for isn't it.” John said patting his bag. They both sat up and John fiddled with the zipper on his bag while Vince looked for a sweat shirt. “Aren't you going to put on pants?” John asked after seeing Vince had shorts on.
Vince looked down at his lack of covering on his lower legs and quickly said “No” while laughing. John laughed back as they walked out the door. It wasn't that cold out, but enough that the sweatshirts kept them comfortable. It was only a few blocks more to the park, it was almost a triangle between it, Vince's and John's. They strolled there leisurely. They did this many times a month, sometimes many times a week, and occasionally, when the mood was right, many times a day. There was a picnic table off to the corner. It wasn't particularly well hidden, but they had been there enough times to know that cops didn't come around this late at night, and if anything, they were prepared to run.
“I rolled some jays earlier” John offered.
“Nice.” Vince replied with a hint of excitement in his voice. “Got a lighter?”
“Oh shit!”
“Nah, it's cool man. I remembered one.” Vince preceded to take it out and play with it while John fished in his bag for the two joints. He pulled them out and gave one to Vince. He felt it slightly.
“Nice packing man” Vince said “Even if the end is a little fucked up.”
“Yeah, I know, but give me a break. I'm not trying to be perfect here.” Vince held a lighter up to his and breathed deep. It caught and caused him to cough slightly.
“What a bitch!” John commented.
“Fuck you!” Vince managed to squeeze out in between coughs. He handed John the lighter. He lit his making sure not to inhale too hard and show up his friend.
“See” John said after exhaling his small amount of smoke. “You are a bitch.”
They sat around and talked for awhile. Not about anything in particular. As the papers in their hands grew smaller, their conversation turned less comprehensible.
“Dude,” Said Vince “What would you do if the cops showed up right now?”
“Run like fuck.” John answered quickly.
“I think we could talk our way out of it.”
“How the fuck could we do that?”
“Dude, did you bring any more weed?”
“No.”
“Well then we got nothing on us! What are they gonna do!”
“Good point man” John stepped out his joint. “Let's head back though.”
“I'm down.” Vince started to walk in front of him. John lazily threw his bag across his shoulder.
“Hey man, how long have we been friends now?”
“Like ten years?”
“Shit it's been a long time.”
“Yeah it has man.”
“Good times though.”
“Yeah.”
John reached into his pack and felt around inside of it. He felt something cool touch his hand.
“What are you doing back there?” Vince asked. He turned around to look and saw nothing but a shadowy figure shove a blade into his chest. He fell down to his knees, he tried to yell something but his vision went dark to fast. John kicked him and saw he didn't move. He slowly rolled him over and pulled the knife out of his torso. Without bothering to clean it off, he flipped it back into its handle and slid it into his bag. He turned towards his house and walked home.
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