Free The Cake is a Lie by mcdavis3 Page B

it
was?” Tysen asked.
    “ Just keep reaching down and
you’ll feel something wet eventually.”
    In my head I listened to Sarah fight to
hold in her reluctant, soft moans. Avi and I had been pretending to
play chess on the floor, grinning at each other, keeping an eye out
for her parents. Deep down we were both devastated, we both love
her too.
    “ It’s so wet and slippery.”
Brandon recollected.
    With this detail Tysen started hopping
for joy again. Then, in a moment of deep philosophical thought,
Tysen put on a serious face, “Brandon has done something none of us
have ever done, guys.”
    “ I guess you’re right,”
Brandon agreed after a humble pause.
    That was that. I absolutely couldn’t
take anymore. I had to crash this little party.
    “ I’ve smoked pot,” I
interjected.
    Everyone’s eyes turned.
    “ When?” Brandon was caught
in rare a moment of public rashness.
    “ With Duncan. I’m just
saying that’s something I’ve done that you guys haven’t done.” It
came off innocent enough.
    The group fell into awkward silence. I
hadn’t told anyone before. I wasn’t sure if I’d gotten high, it
didn’t make a very good story. Brandon and I stared tensely at each
other. I wasn’t backing down.
    The lunch bell rang.
     
    That was that, a week later I was
holding a phone jarringly to my ear in Brandon’s living room while
Brandon and Brian jumped silently around me, cheering me on. Tysen
had said “no,” we didn’t even ask Devin. This time I decided to go
through Jonsen to get some. I decided to just call his house like
old times and ask for him.
    “ Hey Marco, what’s up dawg?”
It was nerve-racking to hear his voice. The unfinished business
between us made every moment awkward.
    “ Hey, can you get me some
weed, Jonsen?”
    Pause.
    “ I don’t sell weed
man.”
    “ Jonsen motherfucking
Palmer, get me some motherfucking weed” I bellowed in my most
playfully demanding voice, trying to disarm the tension. To remind
him how funny I was.
    “ Alright, how much do you
want?”
    “ 40” I said, I knew some
shit this time around, I sounded believable. “And a
pipe.”
    Not long after that Jonsen just
strolled everything over to Brandon’s house.
    “ What’s up you crazy kids?”
He said playfully when we let him in the front door. It sounded
like something someone once said to him. It was the first time I’d
spoken to him in person in six months. It seemed like an
eternity.
    “ Nothing,” Me and Brandon
echoed. Jonsen was the same age as us but he was years older. He
changed the way he acted with us, he toned down his slang and
overall masculinity.
    “ 3.7 grams on the dot,” He
said proudly. “I watched him weigh it.” He wanted to make it clear
he got a great deal for an old friend. We had no way to verify the
weight, but we absolutely believed him. I was in awe of his
classiness, god I loved him.
    After Jonsen left it took us a few
times to figure out you had to light the weed and suck through the
pipe at the same time. But in the interim we acted high, might as
well, no one could say for sure if we were or not. We hyperly ran
around and goofily jumped on each other. We piled in Brandon’s
wheelbarrow and rode it down the street.
Once we finally figure it out it was a different experience for
everybody. Brandon couldn’t stop eating, Brian was zonked out. We
all laughed at each other. It made a great story. They quickly
became our favorite stories.
    In those early weeks, something I’d
heard stuck in my head. Brandon had told me, that Kace had told
him—in their Math class—that he always felt soo relaxed the next
day after smoking pot. Because of the residual effect.
    Kace’s words were never far from my
mind when I woke up the next morning after smoking pot. If Kace
said it, it was probably true. Then I would look deep down inside
myself and objectively determine that yes I did feel more relaxed.
Once I came to this conclusion, my crooked teeth didn’t bother me
so