Chapter 1
The frail hand that lead him down the cold sidewalk was both inviting and frightening. Tony followed it cautiously, seeing the small frame of the door in front of him and almost stopping in his tracks. He swallowed a large breath and followed Pierce into the house.
"Kinda, uh, groggy in here." He meekly remarked, attempting to force any thought into his head besides fucking kill me already. Pierce chuckled as he kicked off his beat up shoes by the opening to what Tony assumed was his room. He opened the door and the smoky aroma engulfed him quickly. It was completely unfamiliar to him, and made him a bit uneasy, but he followed right behind the lanky boy.
"Who's this?" The voice from the bed called out. Tony turned to se the boy who sat in front of him in his 10am engineering class. As Pierce walked over to the boy, Tony was fascinated by the scenery in the room. What looked like funky glass jars lined a shelf on the far right wall, about three of them in different colors. Just below that a few jars filled with something he couldn't quite make out. Just as he was about to go investigate, Pierce called out to him.
"You gonna join or did I waste my fucking time with you, kid?" He chuckled, being only partially truthful, Tony assumed. He slowly strutted over to the two boys, his hands beginning to tremble a bit. They made room for him on the bed and he sat down, stretching his legs out from the long walk. Just as he was about to speak (he wasn't sure exactly what is was he wanted to say, just something to fill the silence) Pierce flicked the lighter in his hand on and lit the end of what Tony could guess was a joint. He watched as the boy took one long drag from the end and held it in, tossing his head back slightly and releasing it into the air above their heads. The boy next to them, Rob, whistled low, as though he was impressed. Pierce looked at Tony slowly and held the small paper wrap out to him. He froze.
"What's the matter kid?"
"Nothing. Just uh, I'm not sure how to, uh... ho-"
"How to do this? Don't worry. I'll do all the hard stuff, just make sure when it's lit, inhale."
Tony swallowed what saliva he had in his mouth, which wasn't much, and nodded. He put the joint between his lips softly, the thin paper barely seeming to contain it's contents. He rolled it slightly between his fingers, as Pierce flicked the lighter on once again. The end was lit quicker than he was ready and he took a big breath in, the smoke filling his throat fast and burning all the way down. He felt himself needing to cough, but he held it in, afraid of doing something wrong. But his eyes started to water and before he knew it he was thrown into a coughing fit. The lingering taste of the weed still lined his mouth, and he didn't like it.
"Damn kid," Rob remarked as Tony tried catching a breath. "You kill yourself coughing like that and we'll have a lawsuit on our hands."
"Wouldn't want the great Howard Stark breathing down our necks for a few grams of pot would we?" Pierce added on, smacking Tony's shoulder lightly. He was able to catch his breath and smiled lightly, not wanting to show just how badly he wanted to be in his room again. But he wouldn't get the chance because, to his utter dismay, the joint made it's way back around to Tony.
Fuck.