“You wanna do some lines?”
“Nah.”
“Wanna smoke?” 
“I’m good.”
“Shrooms? I’ve got shrooms.”
“It’s fine.”
“Acid?”
“Nah, man.”
“Uh, some oxy maybe?”
“It’s okay.”
“Wanna drink? Shoot up?”
“Not now.”
“Ciggs?”
“I’ll pass.” 
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing.”
“Saying no to everything? Even coke? You love coke, you slut.”
“I know.” We watch the rain from our dry spot inside the stationwagon.
“So, what’s the matter?”
“Shit became real.”
Thunder. 
“Real?” He laughs. “Explain.” 
“Well, you know, when someone you love goes into some tough shit, you look at it differently.”
“What?”
“He told me not to fool around. When I told him about all I’ve done, he was so dissapointed in me.” 
“Who?”
I hesitate.”Damien.”
“Oh.”
“And I mean,” I watch raindrops race down the window. “I love him, and he wouldn’t want me to be doing anything.”
He sits up abruptly. “You are done?”
“Hm?”
“With drugs?” Done?”
“Oh lord,” I giggle. “No, just for today. Just for this moment. He told me to be careful, you know? He only wants the best for me.”
He lights a Newport. 
“He’s my rolemodel, my inspration, my motivation, you know? He says jump, I’ll jump.”
“Yeah,” he puffs away. “Yeah, I feel you.” 
“He has been into some crazy shit himself. Been into the craziest of shit. He knows what he is talking about. He’s a smart guy.”
“With a good taste in girls.”
I smile. I watch as the smoke clouds the air. I crack my window a bit.
“I think you’d like him.”
“I think so, too.”
“You both like random shit. Like, Misfits and Bad Religion and spiky crap.”
“Sounds legit.”
Silence.
“Wanna do some lines?”
“No, Dylan, Jesus.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Sure,” I prop my legs up on the dashboard. “Just not today. Today is for him.”
“You in love?” He lites another Newport. “Or something?”
“Yeah,” I smile up at the dark clouds and lightning filled sky as if it were him smile at me. His eyes bright and happy, his smile genuine and sensire. Perfection. “Something like that.”
“Well, don’t be tommorrow.” He nudges my shoulder. He smiles, A smile full of some sense of pride, his eyes and softening. “Because I wanna get high.”