Stoned In Paradise

Stolen Dance

Eh, a random idea. Nothing special. Just an alternate universe of sorts. If you wonder, yes, I am knowledgeable about the subject matter, but from Double D's view. It was in the past, so no, I haven't been around these things in years, but I know them. I'm not proud of this, but I'm not about to trash it after bothering to write it :P

One-shot unless otherwise strongly requested. Dedicated to the song "Stolen Dances" by Milky Chance, because imagining Kevin and Edd dancing to it was the inspiration for this. It'd be Adorkable.

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It always seemed that Friday evenings would carry that ritual. It started almost a year and a half ago, and though I still occasionally question the logic behind our little get-togethers, I can't fault the results.

You see, almost two years ago, Eddy stumbled upon something quite...taboo. And, fortunately, he turned to me for advice. This taboo subject? Marijuana. He had somehow procured a book on the subject, and had been reading. Shocking, I know; but when he's dedicated to something, he will do outlandish things as such. I am very, very glad he turned to me, however. I don't want to imagine him ever having been caught.

We set up in Ed's basement. It was spacious, and his parents truly didn't care what he did down there, knowing the...condition...of his bedroom and adjoining rooms. Sarah was tight-lipped as well, these days. She had her own bad habits, ones we all knew, but kept quiet. It was a trade-off. Jimmy kept quiet as well because, as impish as the boy could be, he did not wish jail upon anyone.

Now, I suppose you are wondering to yourself, what would drive someone like myself to even imagine dabbling in something so illegal? Well, it is because I am so educated that I know the truths about it, and...I happen to know my parents are supporters as well. They would hopefully never know, but if they ever did, I know they would stand beside me. The medical benefits, and simply the mood it brought unto people...I've found no reason to fault it. But this knowledge gave me all the more reason to hide it well.

We made sure to purchase the lights discreetly, and used plant pots we acquired from Rolf. He was actually quite accepting of our endeavor, all things considered. No, we didn't keep what we were doing as silent as I would have liked, but Eddy seemed to have this gift at knowing who would keep their mouths shut about these sorts of things. So I trusted him. I couldn't shut him up, so it was all I could do to tolerate the information spreading.

Curtains, lighting with a timer, the proper soil, watering, books...at last, we were set.

Eddy found the venture profitable, but I refused my share of the profits. Ed had taken to caring for the plants, his loving nature translating into very healthy greenery, strangely enough. He took his share of the profits, but didn't do anything with it. He saved it. I'd say it was a smart move, but tomorrow he could buy a zombie statue and I could be made a fool.

And now that I've described thoroughly our situation, I will continue where I left off...Friday evenings.

The group has been the same for a while now: Me, Eddy, Nazz, Kevin, Nat, and occasionally Ed. Nat was the first to join in, and pulled Kevin and Nazz along after a few groups. The idea was that Eddy would bring a bit over, we'd all talk, and simply enjoy the evening.

I never partook; I had no need to. Oftentimes it was potent enough that I got a secondhand high, without having to fill my lungs with warm, choking smoke. Even imagining that makes me gag, so I'm happy to not join in. The effects it had on others; the smoke, that is; was pleasant. Singing, smiling, laughing...laziness. Fortunately I was permitted to bring healthy refreshments so they didn't snack on sweets and various other things when they got the "munchies", as silly as that term is.