Post by Holden Ross on Sept 1, 2022 14:33:14 GMT -5
"Hoooool-deeeeen!"
Holden sits up in bed with a start. Sweat dots his brow and his body is trembling. Serenity stirs next to him but doesn't wake while He sits in the dark silence, the only noise is his deep, rasping breaths. He swings his feet off of the edge of his bed and rises from the bed. Looking back, he can make out Her shape where she remains sleeping. Rather than potentially wake Her, He heads out of their bedroom and on to the living room. He spends a moment grinding some fresh herb before rolling up a quick blunt. It wasn't his best work but far from his worst. He steps out onto his balcony patio and the cool ocean breeze is welcomed against his skin. He sits on a deck chair in his boxers and uses a lighter already on the table to spark the blunt. He smokes in silence, aside from hearing his Father screaming his name in his head.
"HOOOOOOOL-DEEEEEN!" it roars through his mind again. Holden sighs. He takes another pull from the blunt and exhales as a tear crawls down his right cheek. He is so lost in his thoughts that he jumps when She says his name.
"Holden?" He jumps and looks over his shoulder at her with the last third of the blunt is pinched between his lips. He manages a weak grin and a wink and extends an arm and she slips onto his lap. She pulls her knees up to her chest and pulls Holden's old Slipknot t-shirt over her legs down to her ankles and shivers in the breeze. "Everything okay baby? It's almost five o'clock..." she says while wiggling and nuzzling herself into a comfortable position, clocking his damp cheek and his watery eyes. Usually it can be attributed to his cannabis usage but she knows this time it's different.
"Everything is goin to be fine, love. I promise. Just havin a hard time sleepin, is all." He offers her a hit from the blunt and she declines it with a small shake of her head. "Go back to bed, babydoll. I'll be in soon." Instead, she remains in place except to turn her head to kiss him. "What's up, baby?" he asks her and takes another hit.
"Are you having trouble sleeping because of what happened at Clash?" she asks with a little shiver. It's cold outside in just a t-shirt and panties. Holden knows she's not going to drop it and sighs.
"Yeah..." "HOOOOLLLLL-DEEEEEENNN!" "Yeah, still a lil pissed about the suspension." he offers the little white lie and she bites.
"Don't worry about it, babe." her eyes meet his and her lips curl into a reassuring grin. He takes in all her beauty; her sleepy eyes, her tangled and freshly slept on hair, and can't help but smile. "It's going to be fine."
He offers her another hit and she agrees, letting him hold it for her so that it is placed right at the tip of her lips. She inhales a small hit and has a small coughing fit on the exhale. The last of her fit is a couple of harsh ones which make her double over and cross her legs. Holden has already taken another hit when she returns back to leaning against him and turns down another hit. "I almost pissed my pants on that last one. I'm good for now." she says before kissing him. He returns the kiss and squeezes her ass.
"Let's go back to bed. C'mon...." she says, slipping off of his lap and turning to face him. She takes his right hand in both of hers, (yet it still dwarfs her hands,) and pulls him out of the chair. As he follows her inside, his eyes glued to her ass, he pitches the roach of the blunt off of the balcony.
"HOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEE-DEEEEEEENNNNNN!"