it hasn't been lit( he really feels like a criminal.
to jem: )yeah, ok
( eddie's waiting for them inside the greenhouse; he's a good ways in, seated on a bench in front of a full grown marijuana plant and a plot of wet dirt. in front of the bench is a small table, there's a bowl of dried buds next to some pages out of a journal that eddie's using to roll more joints. he needs to figure out a way to grind the stuff because the mortar and pestal he's using isn't going to cut it for the whole stash.
he hasn't smoked any, but he's tempted but he's trying to prove a goddamn point now. the crease between his brows is deep and he's focused, trying not to glance toward the door closest to the shack where billy and jem are likely to come in through. whoever gets to him first gets a joint and matches for their troubles, he's not trying for a kiss hello when he feels ready to crawl out of his skin in frustration and is probably radiating it off of himself in waves. )
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to jem: ) yeah, ok
( eddie's waiting for them inside the greenhouse; he's a good ways in, seated on a bench in front of a full grown marijuana plant and a plot of wet dirt. in front of the bench is a small table, there's a bowl of dried buds next to some pages out of a journal that eddie's using to roll more joints. he needs to figure out a way to grind the stuff because the mortar and pestal he's using isn't going to cut it for the whole stash.
he hasn't smoked any, but he's tempted but he's trying to prove a goddamn point now. the crease between his brows is deep and he's focused, trying not to glance toward the door closest to the shack where billy and jem are likely to come in through. whoever gets to him first gets a joint and matches for their troubles, he's not trying for a kiss hello when he feels ready to crawl out of his skin in frustration and is probably radiating it off of himself in waves. )