“Shane, are you ready to go?” I asked, entering our bedroom. Shane looked up at me guiltily and shook his head, playing with his lip ring.

                “I’m not g-going,” he said quietly, not meeting my eyes.

                I raised my eyebrow. “Why not?” I asked, trying not to let any anger slip into my voice. Type had just texted me, telling me to get my ass over to his house with Shane and our girlfriends so we could smoke already.

                “I’m going over to Luna’s h-h-house. She d-doesn’t want me to sm-smoke w-w-weed,” he said, barely audible now.

                “Shane, you’re going! I already paid for you!” I snapped. He winced and shrank back a little, shaking his head slightly. “I’m g-going to L-L-L-L-L…” He snapped his mouth shut, knowing I knew what he meant.

                But he was stuttering bad now. That was good. That meant I just had to talk him into it a little more and then we could go pick up Nina and leave. We didn’t need Luna anyways. Dumb bitch wanted to try to tell my little brother what to do?

                “Shane, come on. I paid for you. It’ll be fun. We haven’t gotten high in a long time,” I said, keeping my voice calm and friendly. I sat next to him and slung arm around his shoulders.

                “Sh-Sh-Shawn I told L-L-L-Luna that I w-w-w-w…” I put my hand over his mouth and shook my head at him. I hated to hear him stutter like that. I knew it meant I was winning this argument, but it still frustrated me because I knew I couldn’t help him. He hated his stutter and so did I.

                “Shane, come on. Please. It’ll be a good time. I promise,” I said with a comforting smile. He looked down at his feet and gave a small nod. “O-Okay,” he whispered. I hugged him tightly before helping him up.

                “Let’s go pick up Nina and get to Type’s house before he smokes it all by himself,” I said and rolled my eyes, knowing that Type really would if we didn’t hurry up.

                We went downstairs and began to slip our Chucks on. Dad came over to us curiously. “Where are you kids going?” he asked as I grabbed the car keys.

                “Type’s house. We’ll probably spend the night,” I said, waiting patiently for Shane to finish tying his shoes.

                “It’s a school night,” dad pointed out.

                “We’ve stayed there on school nights before, dad. It’ll be fine,” I said, waving my hand in dismissal as Shane stood up. “See you.” He shrugged and gave a small wave as we left and went out to the car.

                We got in and I drove down to Nina’s house. She got in the car and I drove us to Type’s house. We rang the doorbell and his dad, Burt, let us in.

                “The kid’s up in his room,” Burt said as we took our shoes off.

                We thanked him before heading on up to Type’s room. He let us in and shut the door. His older brother, Bruce, was sitting on his bed playing with a lighter casually. He glanced at us and nodded in greeting. Shane and I nodded back at him.

                “He paid up, so he’s smoking with us,” Type explained. He looked around curiously. “Where’s Shane’s girlfriend?”

                “She’s not coming,” I said simply as we sat on Type’s floor. He shrugged, obviously not caring, and went over to his desk. He pulled out his bowl, his lighter, and the weed before sitting down with us. Bruce jumped off the bed and sat with us.

                Type packed the bowl and took a hit before passing it to Bruce. Bruce took a hit and passed it to Nina. She hesitated before handing it to me.

                “I don’t want to,” she said quietly.

                I rolled my eyes in annoyance. “Nina, just do it,” I growled dangerously, shoving the bowl in her hands and giving her my lighter.

                She hesitated again and I glared. “Nina, I mean it. Just do it. this is supposed to be fun. Don’t ruin it,” I snapped.

                She looked at me in shock before taking a hit and passing the bowl to me. I took a hit and passed it to Shane. He glanced at me and I nodded at him reassuringly.

                He lit it and breathed in the fumes  before hurriedly passing it back to Type. “Type, wait! Give that back to Shane,” I said.

                Type gave it to Shane and Shane looked at me in confusion. I glared and crossed my arms, the dull throbbing in my head. I tried to focus on that throb as I spoke, just wanting to be high already.

                “Take a real hit Shane. That won’t get you high,” I said, glaring even harder at him. He looked down at his lap nervously, playing with his lip ring.

                “Shawn, I don’t w-w-w-want to,” he whimpered.

                “Shawn, come on. Don’t make him do this. He said he doesn’t want to. Don’t peer pressure him. That’s just wrong,” Nina said with a deep frown.

                “Shut up!” I snapped, raising my hand to smack her and make her shut up. She ducked away from me in fear and I glared and lowered my hand, barely containing myself.

                I snatched the bowl from Shane and took a big hit. “That’s a hit Shane. Do it,” I snapped and thrust the bowl back into his hands. Nina opened her mouth, thought better of it, and snapped it shut again. Yea, that’s what I thought bitch. I was in charge here.

                I turned to Nina. “Shut up, focus on the throbbing in your head, get high, and shut the fuck up,” I growled. She nodded timidly. “Sorry Shawn,” she whispered. I took her hand in mine and gave her a warning look before turning back to my brother.

                I watched as he took a real hit and passed it on to Type. He looked at me and I nodded in approval as I felt myself slipping into my high. I barely even registered the terrified looks Nina was giving me.

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A.N.- To anyone who is uncomfortable with the whole drug thing, sorry! I needed to do it to show Shawn being...well, Shawn. This is why I didn't really write in his POV in the other story -.- I hate doing it aha :p

DON'T DRUGS! Just saying :p That shit messes you up. So don't do them! Jen (me) says no-no! >:(  Haha :p