7. Lifted

7.

I walk in the house and everything looks too clean too touch. I feel out of place.

"James, babe, take him to the room and I'll bring the snacks." says Luke.

"Let's Go!" James dances down the hallway like there's house music playing and when he gets to the door he opens it dramatically. I can't help but laugh, and it relaxes me a bit.

When I step inside, it's not what I expect. Christmas lights, artwork, pillows and blankets everywhere. A cozy mess. There's also a good sized bookcase, a desk with a laptop against the window, and just the oddest knickknacks. It was amazing. It was magical.

"Get comfy anywhere." said James.

I decide to sit on the floor and hold a pillow. 

"Really? The floor?" he laughs, "It's cool, I'll sit here." He makes his way to the bean bag close to me.

It was lime neon green, and had black tape to cover what I think were rips.

He pulls out a bag from his front pocket and opens it. He pulls out a nug of weed and sniffs it. 

Oh.

My sister was very against anything like this.

Luke walks in with a bag of food and saw how upset I clearly looked.

"Hey, James-" He jerks his head up of from making a joint, "We haven't asked if he was okay with that.."

James quickly looked at me and I tried to change my face but it was too late.

"Sorry buddy!" he begins to put it away and I say, "It's okay! I just.. I don't do stuff like that and I'm sorry, you can do it though! I can't.. my sister.. she.." I started trailing off.

"You sure it's okay, Andy?" Luke asked genuinely. 

I nodded with a smile.

I munched on cold pizza while they smoked.

As difficult as I thought being in the same room with the smoking would be the company was worth it.

I was dying with laughter. Maybe I had contact high. They smoked joints and bowls. I didn't mind. My care went out the door. 

I felt like I was lifted into another world with the best people.

I could feel myself nodding off, so I laid on the floor and curled up with the pillow. Everything was calm. Everything was okay.