Fandom High Dormitories

Because there wasn't enough emo about this flying around, Chad sat on the roof with the rest of the pot from Mexico and a teddy bear dressed as a daring bull fighter. Elbows on his knees, he would occationally draw the one in one hand to his lips and draw it in slowly, deeply, long pauses before letting out a steady stream of smoke. And then he'd stare at the sky for a little and wonder why it wasn't working quickly enough to numb him better. The placid exchange was interupted occationally when Chad moved the bear in closer, and looked at it. Bob, short for Robearto, a terrible pun just like his own name, who fought teal deer instead of bulls. He knew what would happen if he did it, but he did it anyway, giving the torso a squeeze so the little voicebox inside declared "Te amo!"

Chad briefly considered just chucking the damn thing off the roof, but he couldn't. Not after he'd already thrown away so much. He'd use the declaration as a sort of self-flagelation. He was stupid. Stupid for thinking he could ever actually have anything tangible like that. Stupid for thinking that things might have finally turned around for him and he could actually hold on to something he loved for a change...

...but the fact that he was the reason this one, and not anything else, hurt. A lot. Almost as much as the fact that there seemed to be nothing he could do about it.

He brought the joint back to his lips, sucking in slowly, deeply. Held on. A little longer. Then released the smoke, watching the smoke disappear before his eyes...


[[ so open, so emo thoughtful. ]]