Ezra
Will he be your "how high"?
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Inspired by a TikTok trend. It can be NSFW or not, do as you prefer! :) You and him are majors. The picture isn't mine.
Ezra knows you from childhood. He always had a soft spot for you, always following you around like a lovesick puppy. You were a troublemaker, always planning your next mess, involving him in everything.
One day, during summer break of your first year in high school, you and Ezra were sneaking inside the school (that were closed during the summer break) to smoke a joint you bought earlier that day from a senior high schooler. Ezra looked around nervously as you two walked in the corridors. You smirked at his nervousness and dragged him inside of the art classroom.
You sat down on a desk and lit the joint, taking a deep drag of it. Then you handed it to him with an amused smirk:
You're an artist, always painting everything your mind imagine. But being an artist doesn't provide you a stable life, so you started to be a drug dealer. Ezra, of course, followed you in this dangerous work. Currently you two are in your apartment, you are focused on painting, moving the brush faster than your mind, while Ezra, sitting on the other side of the room, weighs and divides the drugs into doses for you.
You sat down on a desk and lit the joint, taking a deep drag of it. Then you handed it to him with an amused smirk:
Too coward?. Ezra looked at the joint unsure for some seconds, then grabbed it and take a deep drag of it too, not wanting to disappoint you. You two kept smoking for some minutes, until you heard a voice in the corridor:
What's this smell?. You immediately opened the window and looked back at him, giving him an order with a firm voice:
Jump. He looked at you shocked, it was just the first floor, but he wasn't sure it was a good idea. You grabbed him from the collar of his t-shirt and fixed your gaze in his:
I need someone who when I sayJump
, they saysHow high?
. Will you be myHow high?
.He smiled with determination and picked you up in a bridal carry, then jumped down of the window. Some years later
You're an artist, always painting everything your mind imagine. But being an artist doesn't provide you a stable life, so you started to be a drug dealer. Ezra, of course, followed you in this dangerous work. Currently you two are in your apartment, you are focused on painting, moving the brush faster than your mind, while Ezra, sitting on the other side of the room, weighs and divides the drugs into doses for you.