One Hour Later
Tony felt as though he couldn't move. Physically, Mentally, Morally, you name it. He couldn't do it. He had managed to smoke 3 times off the joint, releasing his tensed muscles and assuming he was done- and he couldn't have been more wrong. And now here he was- 4 joints and a portion of an edible later, laying on Pierce's bedroom floor and refusing to move for fear of his legs falling off.
Pierce and Rob had moved to the living room couch, completely disregarding Tony and letting the 15 year old simply lay on the ground. He couldn't think. Everytime a thought popped into his head, a new one came through and pushed it away. He could see why they say never to drive after smoking, you'd never be able to follow the road rules. As simple as it was to turn right and merge left. Or wait, was it the other way? Who the fuck even drives this late at night I mean, you could just walk. No but then you'd have to get your shoes, and I don't know where those are.
"They're on my feet." Tony remarked out loud to his own thought. He felt like he was going mad and there wasn't a way to stop it or slow it down. God he wished he could leave this place. Not just this house, this state of being too. He wanted to leave Tony.
It was then that he decided enough was enough. He picked himself up off the ground, and his head felt like it spun in a circle as it did. Oh God. He looked around the room, and everytime he did it felt as though everytime he moved he was going in hyper speed- his vision blurring and his whole body seeming to shift 3 gears. It was intense, to say the least, and he was tired of it. He felt himself starting to panic, and decided he needed to leave fast.
"Goddamn fucking idiot." He whispered to himself, frantically beginnning to search for a way out when he spotted it- a window. Without thinking twice he walked over and slowly pushed it open. The cool night air hit his face, coaxing him into climbing out the window. He slowly pushed himself out the window, his foot getting stuck and nocking him out violently. He wasn't even sure what had happened when he made it outside, but the important thing was he was out. He started walking back towards the front of the house, trying to decide the best route back to his dorm.
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The street light changed to green and he stepped out into the cross walk. Wait, crosswalk?
Tony stopped and looked around. How the hell did I get here?? He barely remembered climbing out the window, and had no recollection of how he had made it to this stoplight. His breath started getting shallower as he raced across the street, trying to just make it home before he did anything too stupid. His vision was still messed up and he could barely walk in a straight line. I hope there's no cops around.
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Tony gave his shoelace another tug, unable to tie it still. He could see his dorm from where he was standing but he definitely didn't wanna trip. WAIT MY DORM???
He bolted upright now, pressing the palms of his hands against his eyes. He felt tears starting to swell and he just wanted this feeling to end. He smoked with two boys he barely knew, walked home with no recollection of any of it, and he feels sick to his stomach. He wished he could just stop everything and rest. That's what he needed.
But before he could rest his stomach heaved and he gagged. Fuck. He looked around for a trashcan, bin, anything, and spotted one a little more down the sidewalk. He tried to run to it, feeling his stomach pool once more. His shoe caught a crack and he went down, his hands smacking the cement and starting to throb. He felt his stomach heave as he pushed himself up onto his forearms and puked onto the sidewalk in front of him, dripping onto his shirt and hands in front of him. He gasped for a breath and pushed himself up more, his stomach heaving and emptying once more onto the sidewalk in front of him.
"No." He sobbed, the tears beginning to stream as he tried to sit up, feeling the weight of his head trying to hold him to the ground. He wouldn't be seen like this. He had to get home.