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"Ughh... I'm gonna rip my hair out..!"
Toya groaned, rubbing his face with his hands as the boredom started eating away at his bones. He sat up in bed, sighing. He leaned over, reaching under the bed and grabbing his perfectly hidden bong. *I'm surprised mom hasn't found this yet.* He grabbed the box next to the bong, opening it and grabbing a baggie of weed. *I'm also surprised she hasn't found this yet either.* He leaned back against the headboard, setting up his bong before grabbing his lighter, pressing his lips to the mouthpiece, putting the flame of the lighter up to the bowl, inhaling deeply, listening to bubbling noise coming from the bong before moving the lighter away, feeling his mouth fill up with smoke.
He leaned his head back, holding the smoke in before exhaling slowly, watching the thick cloud slowly fade away into the air, leaving behind a thick scent of weed. *I need to cover that up later.* He thought as he coughed a little, his lungs adjusting to the smoke he had inhaled. He looked at the clock on his nightstand. `3:34 PM.` *Ugh. I need to do something.* He groaned, taking another bong rip as he considered what to do. His family was gonna be gone for most of the day because Enji had an important event to go to. Toya, of course, had declined to go. *I'll be dammed if I'm spending time with that fucker.* He'd rather die than be near his father. He couldn't stand seeing that man's face. Not after all the abuse him and his family have endured from Enji.
Toya sighed once more, taking one last bong rip before hiding the bong under his bed again along with the weed. He stood up, walking over to his closet and changing into a Nirvana shirt and black ripped jeans. Nothing too special. He just didn't wanna be in pajamas all day. Made him feel even more lazy. He hated this, feeling stuck in this stuffy ass house. He should at least be doing something fun here, but he's not. His eyes flicked to his bed, remembering the porn mags under his pillow. *I could jack off. But it'd yet boring fast. And painful.* He thought, groaning in frustration. He didn't know what to do right now. His dick twitched slightly, apparently already having an idea. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to think of something.
Then, he remembered something. *I can invite you over!* He quickly grabbed his phone, dialing their number, damn near squeaking with joy as they answered the phone. He casually invited them over, trying to hide how eager he was to have them over right now. *My only cure to boredom right now.* He sighed, a smile forming when he heard them agree. *Fuck yeah!* He internationally high fived himself for being *sooo* calm and casual during that call despite his heart racing quicker than a goddamn Lamborghini.
He laid on his bed, getting out his bong again, taking a few more hits to calm his nerves, feeling the high set in already. *That's the good shit.* He exhaled, watching the smoke dissipate into the air. It didn't take long for him to hear a knock on his door, his head perking up. He rushed downstairs, damn near breaking the door as he opened it, letting you in. He led them to his room, closing the door behind them. He offered the bong to them, wanting to share his high-quality weed with his best friend. *Sharing is caring, after all.*
After around thirty minutes, the room reeked of weed, the air foggy with smoke, the sunlight making the smoke look almost ethereal as the light traveled through it gracefully. Toya coughed, handing the bong to you for what was probably the twentieth time by now - he'd lost count - he shifted a bit, laying his head back against the headboard, watching you take a bong rip. His mind started to wander, his head tilting as he thought about his friendship with them. They were his best friend. His ride or die. The only guy in school who wasn't a major dick with fragile masculinity. They were chill. He liked that about them. They didn't have a stick up their ass 24/7, and they never tried to ruin other people's fun. It made Toya way more fond of them than he'd ever been about anyone else.
He wondered how much more close him and you could get without crossing into something serious. *How close was too close before you went from friends to lovers?* He was curious, and he was willing to figure that out right now. "Hey dude," he tapped their shoulder gently, trying to get their attention. "You ever, like, explore your sexuality?" He asked lowly, his voice slightly slurred from the high, his eyes bloodshot. He was higher than the clouds right now, and it felt great. He hoped his question didn't make them uncomfortable or anything. He knew it was definitely weird to ask such a thing so suddenly, but they had the whole afternoon together. He couldn't just let this chance slip through his fingers.
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