(( Continued from First They Smoked And Pondered Pastries... ))
.... Wait, what the fuck? How... when... what?
Mmmmm, these cushions are so soft...
.............
Travis and Joe were standing around in the middle of Sears, in the furniture section. In front of them was an ocean of beds, pillows and silky goodness. How Travis and Joe had ended up there was a mystery. Weren't they going to get pancakes? No, wait... Oreos?....
PANCAKEOS, THAT WAS IT! God, his eyes were barely open by this point. He tried to slam them open, but couldn't master the strength to do so.
"Joe... uh... dude........ What the fuck...."
He began giggling as he kept poking and stroking the silky surface of the pillows stacked up at the bed in front of him. His mouth still burned with the warm chocolate taste of Oreo cookies.
"Uh... what the... the actual... fuck are we DOING here, man?"
He fell down onto the bed in a fit of laughter and began making snow angels.... cushion angels? Bed angels?
FUCK, he was so high. So so so so so high.
Travis looked around with a confused look. They'd been going to the mall, despite their extremely high state, to get pancake mix and more oreos to REVOLUTIONIZE the munchie industry when something had gone terribly awry. None of them were sure what was going on, but here they were, Joe and Travis, being the most obviously stoned people on the planet, poking cushions and giggling like little school girls. Not that Travis cared. All he cared about were the soft, silky cushions around him on the bed.
He wondered what would happen if they ran into someone they knew. Travis was a known pothead, so he didn't mind that people saw him high. He was quite notorious amongst students and faculty alike. Joe, on the other hand, was a straight-laced student with just about the most hard assed Dad that Trav had ever met. Travis couldn't help but admire his friend's bravery of going out in this state. He was a HERO in the stoner community for doing this. Or... was he, really?
Trav looked at Joe's bloodshot eyes and his retarded smile and came to the conclusion that he didn't look very brave, come to think of it. Or very aware of where the hell he was, to be honest.
..... Maybe he was just THAT high?
He smiled at Joe.
"... Hey... Hey Joe? What's up, my man? .... uh... how are you feeling?"
Maybe they should go to the food court? He felt hungry.
Or maybe they should finally go get some motherfucking Pancakeos?
... And Then They Poked At Cushions.
Mall + Stoned people = Bad idea?
... And Then They Poked At Cushions.
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((Joe continued from First They Smoked And Pondered Pastries...))
Joe had no idea what they were doing at Sears, but he was okay with that. Because he'd never realised just how soft cushions were until that moment. He wasn't really doing much. He was just standing there, holding a fluffy sort of cushion tightly and patting it, reveling in the fuzzy texture. All the while smiling like an idiot.
Being temporarily idiotified felt good.
He heard Travis ask him if he was alright. Silly question. Of course he felt alright.
"Muy bien," Joe mumbled, clinging to the cushion like it was a newborn child.
Were they buying furniture? No, that wasn't right. They were starting a store that made delicious pastries. ...No, wait. They were just buying delicious pastries. Pancakeos. Yes, pancakeos. Which probably wasn't quite a pastry, now that he thought of it. Were pancakes pastries? Were Oreos? ...Oreos probably weren't.
...What would a pancakeo look like?
Joe's mind just wandered off on this trail of thought, while watching Travis happily flail around on the bed. It looked like fun, but Joe was content to stand there and hug his cushion.
Joe had no idea what they were doing at Sears, but he was okay with that. Because he'd never realised just how soft cushions were until that moment. He wasn't really doing much. He was just standing there, holding a fluffy sort of cushion tightly and patting it, reveling in the fuzzy texture. All the while smiling like an idiot.
Being temporarily idiotified felt good.
He heard Travis ask him if he was alright. Silly question. Of course he felt alright.
"Muy bien," Joe mumbled, clinging to the cushion like it was a newborn child.
Were they buying furniture? No, that wasn't right. They were starting a store that made delicious pastries. ...No, wait. They were just buying delicious pastries. Pancakeos. Yes, pancakeos. Which probably wasn't quite a pastry, now that he thought of it. Were pancakes pastries? Were Oreos? ...Oreos probably weren't.
...What would a pancakeo look like?
Joe's mind just wandered off on this trail of thought, while watching Travis happily flail around on the bed. It looked like fun, but Joe was content to stand there and hug his cushion.
Owen didn't normally enter Sears, probably something to do with it being affiliated with the Kardashians, but mostly because it wasn't an interesting store. Hell, he barely even went in to stores that often anyway. Still, wandering the food court and pinching wallets out of unattended bags was getting a little boring, so a change of scenery was nice.
It wasn't long before a pair of suckers came in to view, though it was really Travis that caught his attention, being the louder of the two. He was also someone that Owen vaguely recognised from school, while Joe was someone that Owen did not remember ever seeing. They were acting odd, though he wasn't familiar enough with either of them to really figure out why exactly.
Owen watched them from a distance, pretending to examine some of the furniture as he drew closer and surveyed his potential options. Though, neither seemed more attractive than the other as a potential pick.
Ultimately it came down to a random choice.
Eeny meeny miny mo, catch a tiger by the- Ah fuck it; I'll just go for the louder one.
He waited for Travis to move himself from the bed; he really just planned to pretend to 'accidentally' bump in to him, using it as a cover to reach into his pocket to liberate him of his wallet. It was simple really; he'd probably think that he'd dropped it somewhere instead.
Now, to figure out what pocket to go for, Owen sincerely hoped it was the back pocket.
It wasn't long before a pair of suckers came in to view, though it was really Travis that caught his attention, being the louder of the two. He was also someone that Owen vaguely recognised from school, while Joe was someone that Owen did not remember ever seeing. They were acting odd, though he wasn't familiar enough with either of them to really figure out why exactly.
Owen watched them from a distance, pretending to examine some of the furniture as he drew closer and surveyed his potential options. Though, neither seemed more attractive than the other as a potential pick.
Ultimately it came down to a random choice.
Eeny meeny miny mo, catch a tiger by the- Ah fuck it; I'll just go for the louder one.
He waited for Travis to move himself from the bed; he really just planned to pretend to 'accidentally' bump in to him, using it as a cover to reach into his pocket to liberate him of his wallet. It was simple really; he'd probably think that he'd dropped it somewhere instead.
Now, to figure out what pocket to go for, Owen sincerely hoped it was the back pocket.
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Pillows and cushions and pillows and cushions...... Soft and fuzzy and fluffy....
Huh? What was Joe doing? Hugging a pillow? What was Travis doing? Hugging a pillow.
Travis was completely oblivious to any encroaching danger. He didn't even notice the blonde boy entering the store. All that existed in Travis world was the bed beneath him, and the pillows around him...... and Joe standing next to the bed while in complete bliss.
"H-hey... hey Joe......... this is awesome........."
His eyes were all watery, and his eyelids were barely open. He might actually fall asleep here.
"Eh... uh...... Joe? What... Your... ehm..... That pillow looks really good..."
Joe faced him and gave him a look. The two of them peered at each other with serious faces. Soon, the peering turned to glaring. The glare was hardcore. Seething jealousy on Travis' part.
Finally, Travis broke the silence:
"JOE LET ME TOUCH THE FUZZY PILLOW."
"No. It's mine."
"GIVE IT HERE!"
"Mine."
......... Damn him. Travis really wanted that fuzzy pillow.
Pillows and cushions and pillows and cushions...... Soft and fuzzy and fluffy....
Huh? What was Joe doing? Hugging a pillow? What was Travis doing? Hugging a pillow.
Travis was completely oblivious to any encroaching danger. He didn't even notice the blonde boy entering the store. All that existed in Travis world was the bed beneath him, and the pillows around him...... and Joe standing next to the bed while in complete bliss.
"H-hey... hey Joe......... this is awesome........."
His eyes were all watery, and his eyelids were barely open. He might actually fall asleep here.
"Eh... uh...... Joe? What... Your... ehm..... That pillow looks really good..."
Joe faced him and gave him a look. The two of them peered at each other with serious faces. Soon, the peering turned to glaring. The glare was hardcore. Seething jealousy on Travis' part.
Finally, Travis broke the silence:
"JOE LET ME TOUCH THE FUZZY PILLOW."
"No. It's mine."
"GIVE IT HERE!"
"Mine."
......... Damn him. Travis really wanted that fuzzy pillow.
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Well, now Travis was just being ridiculous. He couldn't have Joe's fuzzy pillow. It belonged to him now. ...Well, until he had to leave the store, because he may or may not have left his wallet at Travis' house. But the point was that it didn't belong to Travis. He had a million silky pillows, anyway.
Though fuzzy ones were better.
Travis' jealousy stare was pretty intense. Joe waited to see if lasers were going to come out and fry him, so then Travis could have all the pillows. But lasers wouldn't work well, because Joe would then explode and get ashes all over the fuzzy stuff.
Joe shuffled a little bit back from the bed Travis was still sprawled on. Just to make sure Travis didn't suddenly jump up and grab it. Like a pirahna. A pirahna with laser eyes. ...Probably not physically possible. It would have to be a cyborg pirahna, like in that movie Joe had seen as a kid. The one with the giant apple... no, wait... giant peach.
Mmm... peaches. Joe was really hungry. ...Weren't they here for food? Oh, why'd he keep forgetting... Joe frowned, before snuggling his face into the fuzzy pillow. They could leave to go get food... but then he would have to leave the pillow. The Fuzzy Pillow.
"Trav. We are in a conuna... connurra... conundrama... a thing where there is a... a thing we need to do but problems that... that stop it from happening..." Joe said, his voice muffled by pillow fluff. "If we go get food we cannot have pillows."
Though fuzzy ones were better.
Travis' jealousy stare was pretty intense. Joe waited to see if lasers were going to come out and fry him, so then Travis could have all the pillows. But lasers wouldn't work well, because Joe would then explode and get ashes all over the fuzzy stuff.
Joe shuffled a little bit back from the bed Travis was still sprawled on. Just to make sure Travis didn't suddenly jump up and grab it. Like a pirahna. A pirahna with laser eyes. ...Probably not physically possible. It would have to be a cyborg pirahna, like in that movie Joe had seen as a kid. The one with the giant apple... no, wait... giant peach.
Mmm... peaches. Joe was really hungry. ...Weren't they here for food? Oh, why'd he keep forgetting... Joe frowned, before snuggling his face into the fuzzy pillow. They could leave to go get food... but then he would have to leave the pillow. The Fuzzy Pillow.
"Trav. We are in a conuna... connurra... conundrama... a thing where there is a... a thing we need to do but problems that... that stop it from happening..." Joe said, his voice muffled by pillow fluff. "If we go get food we cannot have pillows."
Owen was still pretending to look at the awfully boring furniture; he was also eavesdropping on their conversation. He gazed a particularly ugly bedside table, and briefly wondered how the design ever made it into the public eye.
They were talking about cushions, hugging cushions and arguing about cushions and Owen thought that it was all incredibly stupid. Of course, he never ever tried weed or anything other than alcohol so he didn't quite comprehend it. He just thought the two were idiots.
He looked at the pair when Joe suggested that they get moving.
Oh god, please do, he mentally pleaded, we're all aging here and I don't want to watch a guy molest pillows for the rest of the day.
If Travis didn't move soon Owen would definitely go for Joe's wallet instead.
They were talking about cushions, hugging cushions and arguing about cushions and Owen thought that it was all incredibly stupid. Of course, he never ever tried weed or anything other than alcohol so he didn't quite comprehend it. He just thought the two were idiots.
He looked at the pair when Joe suggested that they get moving.
Oh god, please do, he mentally pleaded, we're all aging here and I don't want to watch a guy molest pillows for the rest of the day.
If Travis didn't move soon Owen would definitely go for Joe's wallet instead.
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"Conundrum, Joe. Conundrum", Trav let out, followed by a short fit of laughter.
After wiping away the tears from his eyes, he smiled at his friend. This had become an adventure he hadn't predicted. Wow, he hadn't been this high since him and the previous alumni smoked that ENORMOUS joint they'd named "The Messiah" at their graduation party. And boy, that had been A LOT more weed than this. He was going to ask his dealer for some more of this stuff, and then sell it to some of the kids in school. He was sure he could sell some to Tia, and he could see Emily wanting some as well. Maybe he could even offer Joe some too? It was about time Joe got his own stuff so that he could smoke on his own as well, whenever he wanted, without Travis being there to limit him.
He shook his head. Woah, too much thinking. He turned back his attention to the task at hand. He was sure it had been minutes since he last spoke. Or maybe he was just imagining things.
"... Yeeeah, man. Let's go get food. I'm... I'm reaaaally hungry right now!"
Travis threw himself up from the bed and stretched. After a short groan, he turned to his friend.
"Joe! Let's go... uh... eat something, yeah? Then we get pancakeos!"
After wiping away the tears from his eyes, he smiled at his friend. This had become an adventure he hadn't predicted. Wow, he hadn't been this high since him and the previous alumni smoked that ENORMOUS joint they'd named "The Messiah" at their graduation party. And boy, that had been A LOT more weed than this. He was going to ask his dealer for some more of this stuff, and then sell it to some of the kids in school. He was sure he could sell some to Tia, and he could see Emily wanting some as well. Maybe he could even offer Joe some too? It was about time Joe got his own stuff so that he could smoke on his own as well, whenever he wanted, without Travis being there to limit him.
He shook his head. Woah, too much thinking. He turned back his attention to the task at hand. He was sure it had been minutes since he last spoke. Or maybe he was just imagining things.
"... Yeeeah, man. Let's go get food. I'm... I'm reaaaally hungry right now!"
Travis threw himself up from the bed and stretched. After a short groan, he turned to his friend.
"Joe! Let's go... uh... eat something, yeah? Then we get pancakeos!"
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"Yes. That word."
Travis followed his reply with stupidly smiling for a couple of minutes. Or at least, Joe thought it was a couple of minutes, but his sense of time was pretty warped right now. He was also distracted, as he was thinking about cushions and that went on to food that looks like cushions. Like ravioli. Raviolioliolioli...
Giant ravioli. That was clearly the answer.
Travis then clambered to his feet and suggest that they go get food and then pancakeos. But then they would have to leave the cushions. Aaaah, it was Sophie's Choice...
But they'd have to leave the store eventually. Joe frowned, stroking the fuzzy cushion a couple more times.
Our time together has been short but wonderful, my fluffy friend.
Joe carefully placed it back on the shelf he had found it on.
"Okay... we can leave."
Travis followed his reply with stupidly smiling for a couple of minutes. Or at least, Joe thought it was a couple of minutes, but his sense of time was pretty warped right now. He was also distracted, as he was thinking about cushions and that went on to food that looks like cushions. Like ravioli. Raviolioliolioli...
Giant ravioli. That was clearly the answer.
Travis then clambered to his feet and suggest that they go get food and then pancakeos. But then they would have to leave the cushions. Aaaah, it was Sophie's Choice...
But they'd have to leave the store eventually. Joe frowned, stroking the fuzzy cushion a couple more times.
Our time together has been short but wonderful, my fluffy friend.
Joe carefully placed it back on the shelf he had found it on.
"Okay... we can leave."
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Travis finally left the blasted bed, and Owen sprung in to action. Finally, it was time to do his thing. He walked towards Travis slowly and pretended to bump in to him, within that moment the bump should've caught Travis's attention enough for him to liberate him of whatever is in his back pocket.
"Ah, shit. I'm sorry that was really clumsy of me." Owen apologized, talking to get their attention away from his hands if either of them were looking.
Travis looked back with a clouded gaze and an infuriatingly stupid smile on his lips.
"Mmmm? Don't mention it..."
Yep, he definitely had something. Though it definitely wasn't a wallet, he didn't have time to check was it was, as he immediately put his hands in his pockets. Owen didn't really wait to hear Travis's response either; he strode out of the store feeling like a boss.
It was minutes later that he would leave the mall, he had two wallets, and they were emptied and thrown aside in a gutter on a deserted street.
He checked his coat pocket for whatever he stole from Travis, he was sure that he would probably have to throw it out.
"What the fuck..?" He muttered it under his breath, as he expected it to be trash.
It was marijuana; he was smart enough to know that. It didn't take long for Owen to realise why the pair were behaving like that back in Sears.
Owen hesitated to throw it on the street; he had never tried it before. After a second of internal debate he slipped it back into his pocket and made his way home.
((Owen Veveris: continued elsewhere))
Travis finally left the blasted bed, and Owen sprung in to action. Finally, it was time to do his thing. He walked towards Travis slowly and pretended to bump in to him, within that moment the bump should've caught Travis's attention enough for him to liberate him of whatever is in his back pocket.
"Ah, shit. I'm sorry that was really clumsy of me." Owen apologized, talking to get their attention away from his hands if either of them were looking.
Travis looked back with a clouded gaze and an infuriatingly stupid smile on his lips.
"Mmmm? Don't mention it..."
Yep, he definitely had something. Though it definitely wasn't a wallet, he didn't have time to check was it was, as he immediately put his hands in his pockets. Owen didn't really wait to hear Travis's response either; he strode out of the store feeling like a boss.
It was minutes later that he would leave the mall, he had two wallets, and they were emptied and thrown aside in a gutter on a deserted street.
He checked his coat pocket for whatever he stole from Travis, he was sure that he would probably have to throw it out.
"What the fuck..?" He muttered it under his breath, as he expected it to be trash.
It was marijuana; he was smart enough to know that. It didn't take long for Owen to realise why the pair were behaving like that back in Sears.
Owen hesitated to throw it on the street; he had never tried it before. After a second of internal debate he slipped it back into his pocket and made his way home.
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As Travis was just about to head out of the store, the blonde boy clumsily walked into him. Travis didn't mind of course. Accidents happen, and the boy instantly apologized, which made it even better. However, he left rather abruptly - before Travis had barely finished his sentence. That wasn't very polite. Bah, whatever.
"Alright, Joe! Let's get some food!"
A sudden thought struck him! Did he even remember bringing money?
He felt his left pocket, nothing there. Right pocket, ah, there it was. A twenty. Should be enough for some grubb and some pancakeos!
He smiled at Joe and waved the 20 in his face.
"Wooooh, money!"
That was when the blood froze in his veins. WHY was his left pocket empty!?
He scrambled towards the bed, throwing pillows left and right. WHERE WAS IT!? He looked under the bed, in the couch next to the bed, inside pillows... It was nowhere to be found! Where had his awesome-super-strong-mega weed gone!? That was half his stock! Granted, he was going to ask for more, but he wanted to smoke some aswel-....... Wait a second.
"SON OF A FUCKING WHORE!" he exclaimed. "FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK!"
Travis was suddenly a lot more sober than he had been a couple of minutes ago. He angrily kicked the bed.
Joe looked at him confused, and asked him what was going on. Travis first answered him with a bewildered glare. Then he took a deep breath, and let out a shout of frustration so loud that probably every person in the store heard him.
"I'll tell you what's wrong! That fucking blonde bastard stole my weed! I can't believe this! GOD DAMNIT!"
Travis had gone from euphoric to pissed in less than 60 seconds. How could anyone use two innocent potsmokers like that? So not cool, Blonde boy. Trav took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was not happy right now.
"Alright, Joe! Let's get some food!"
A sudden thought struck him! Did he even remember bringing money?
He felt his left pocket, nothing there. Right pocket, ah, there it was. A twenty. Should be enough for some grubb and some pancakeos!
He smiled at Joe and waved the 20 in his face.
"Wooooh, money!"
That was when the blood froze in his veins. WHY was his left pocket empty!?
He scrambled towards the bed, throwing pillows left and right. WHERE WAS IT!? He looked under the bed, in the couch next to the bed, inside pillows... It was nowhere to be found! Where had his awesome-super-strong-mega weed gone!? That was half his stock! Granted, he was going to ask for more, but he wanted to smoke some aswel-....... Wait a second.
"SON OF A FUCKING WHORE!" he exclaimed. "FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK!"
Travis was suddenly a lot more sober than he had been a couple of minutes ago. He angrily kicked the bed.
Joe looked at him confused, and asked him what was going on. Travis first answered him with a bewildered glare. Then he took a deep breath, and let out a shout of frustration so loud that probably every person in the store heard him.
"I'll tell you what's wrong! That fucking blonde bastard stole my weed! I can't believe this! GOD DAMNIT!"
Travis had gone from euphoric to pissed in less than 60 seconds. How could anyone use two innocent potsmokers like that? So not cool, Blonde boy. Trav took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was not happy right now.
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Joe just blinked sleepily as Travis freaked out and yelled about the blond guy. Wow. Travis was being pretty intense, and he didn't get mad that often. But the stealing of weed was, indeed, uncool.
Though a thought wandered into Joe's mind about how screaming about weed here wasn't the best thing to do.
"Trav... Trav, you shouldn't, y'know... yell about that. Because we're in the middle of the mall and there's people and... and stuff--ohgodwereallyareinthemiddleofthemall."
It had finally hit Joe that he'd wandered into a public place while obviously high. Well, it wasn't as if he hadn't noticed before. But the ramifications of being stoned in the mall were finally catching up to his thoughts.
This is bad, bad, bad, what if Papa gets out of work and wanders in and sees me, what if someone he knows does, what if the security at the mall realises we're high as all hell and takes us in and then calls the parents and tells them and then ohgodohgodohgod Papa is going to kill me ohgodohgodOHGOD--
"Ihavetogohideinabathroom!" Joe yelled incoherently, before turning and sprinting off towards the nearest public bathroom. He would spend the rest of his time stoned cowering in a bathroom stall.
((Joe Carrasco continued in It's Traditional To Nap In Gazebos.))
Though a thought wandered into Joe's mind about how screaming about weed here wasn't the best thing to do.
"Trav... Trav, you shouldn't, y'know... yell about that. Because we're in the middle of the mall and there's people and... and stuff--ohgodwereallyareinthemiddleofthemall."
It had finally hit Joe that he'd wandered into a public place while obviously high. Well, it wasn't as if he hadn't noticed before. But the ramifications of being stoned in the mall were finally catching up to his thoughts.
This is bad, bad, bad, what if Papa gets out of work and wanders in and sees me, what if someone he knows does, what if the security at the mall realises we're high as all hell and takes us in and then calls the parents and tells them and then ohgodohgodohgod Papa is going to kill me ohgodohgodOHGOD--
"Ihavetogohideinabathroom!" Joe yelled incoherently, before turning and sprinting off towards the nearest public bathroom. He would spend the rest of his time stoned cowering in a bathroom stall.
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He was right, of course. Standing around, screaming your lungs out about weed wasn't a good idea. He tried to calmn down. Joe had an excellent po-Where was Joe going now!?
"Joe? Joooooe! Come on, man! Where are you going?"
Joe rushed out of the store with a panicked look on his face before Travis could stop him. He was, to say the least, confused.
Sigh, guess I should follow him.
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"Joe? Joooooe! Come on, man! Where are you going?"
Joe rushed out of the store with a panicked look on his face before Travis could stop him. He was, to say the least, confused.
Sigh, guess I should follow him.
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