Light it Up

Victor’s Outfit

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The sun hit the paneling on the green toned home, which resided right against the Salem line with the next town over. Victor was descending the staircase from his bedroom on the second floor, a loose backpack slung on his shoulder. Inside it contained some cologne, his phone, a lighter, and a few snacks he’d had lying around. On the way down the stairs he passed Stefan, who completely ignored him. Victor glared after his brother. Stefan attended the Salem community college, so he still lived at home. Frankly, Victor thought it was stupid. What was the point of college without dorms?

On the opposite side of the house than the garage, a shed resided. It was mainly filled with plants for Sarah’s gardening hobby. Victor never really cared about her plants, but occasionally hid plants of his own among the pots and soil.

He could already see a figure approaching the shed – one he was quick to recognize as Greg. He gave the guy a lazy wave, before he opened the shed.

It was very open, with several windows and a see-through door. The shelves were lined with plants of varying growth level and height. It smelt like soil. Farther into the shed were some lawn chairs, folded up against the wall. Victor let his backpack fall on the ground and opened the chairs, positioning two of them in the back corner. In the back there was less natural light from the windows, and less plants. Victor made himself comfortable on the nicest of the two chairs. The floor had several stains, which had been there for so long no one could say what they were from. It made it great for spills and shit.

He opened his phone and saw a message from Greg amid a few other texts. Sheds open he sent, then pocketed his phone and proceeded to wait.

”Hey man, nice to see you, no homo.” Victor greeted Greg when he entered the shack, a wide grin at his face as he saw the bad of weed. It smelt dank. He grabbed for the fries and took a generous bite of one. It was good. ”Mm. Let’s get this shit lit.”

He grabbed for the backpack then, showing Greg his lighter. ”I got a light. You got the bong right?” he asked, sifting throughout the bags contents for said bong.

”You’re a tease, Greg. Anyone ever tell ya that?” Victor said, with a smirk as he grabbed the bong and the weed. It was definitely the good shit – he and Greg always went to a reliably good dealer with a good stash of shit. He quickly loaded the grass into the bong and lit the lighter, bringing his mouth to the nozzle.

Immediately he felt his lungs fill up with smoke. He held it in for a moment as he took the bong away before he exhaled, the smoke thick and grey. He felt a light feeling in his chest that began to spread to his head and hands. He passed the bong to Greg. ”Let’s take turns like good kids, hm? Sharing is caring,” he grinned, already eager to get the bong back in his hands.

”Well, with that attitude, you’re damn straight.” Victor said, accepting the bong and lighter. He positioned it in his mouth again, not giving a fuck about the fact the girls would scream about indirect kissing. It was a bong, it was to get high, not some sneaky way of making out. He flicked the lighter and the smoke entered his lungs again, this time the feeling went straight to his head. He leaned his head back against the chair and smiled to himself before he breathed out, the smoke exiting from his mouth and climbing to the ceiling.

”Mm. This shit’s good shit, Greg.” He handed his friend the bong and weed back, going to grab a taste of the fries. He put them in his mouth and the taste was glorious, it was as though he was eating a blanket of warmth, if blankets were edible and tasted like sparkles. ”These fries were a phenomenal idea.” He said.

Victor remained comfortable in his chair, feeling Greg’s eyes on him. Lately he’d thought that his friend looked at him for longer than usual, and bit his lip more when doing so. It was subtle, for sure, but Victor could totally tell the signs when someone was even remotely into him. There was something about him that attracted Greg, and whatever it was? Victor wanted to exploit it and thrive in the attention. But he knew Greg new how he worked. There was no way he’d ever admit to anything.

As Greg took another hit, Victor removed his first shirt, revealing the white one underneath. ”Man, it’s hot in here when we smoke,” he said, shifting again to remove the white top. He revealed his torso with tattoos littering his shoulders and arms. Victor leaned back, grinned at Greg, and took the bong.

”Shit. You’re right.” Victor said, taking a deep hit. He exhaled and leaned back, his body light. He shifted his chest slightly. ”I am full of brilliant ideas. Thanks for reminding me, Greg,” he looked at his friend and leaned over slightly, in the way that best flattered his torso. ”Got any deep, profound thoughts worth sharing yet, bro?”

Victor knew Greg was feeling some kind of way now, with the way he could no longer look at his face and the way his eyes kept slipping down to his torso. When Greg said he was cold Victor snorted. ”Ah. That much explain why you’re so stiff,” he said, leaving the meaning behind his words up to the imagination. Was he just talking about how ridgid Greg was acting? Or did he actually mean the thing Greg was trying to conceal by folding one leg over the other? Victor decided to let Greg decide that one.

When he said he wasn’t feeling profound, Victor hummed and looked up at the ceiling, which had begun to spin. ”I think that they’ll come to you. Just keep talking and they’ll spill out of you eventually,” he said, his lips tilting up to a smirk. ”You know, we need to get a group to go up to my summer house for the next school vacation. You, me, Tina, Humer, Elle, Jett, you know... the gang.”

Cold, Victor could have scoffed, it was not cold. The sun was beaming through the wide windows not five feet away. He watched as Greg stuffed his mouth and snorted. ”Whatever, bro. I know you do when you’re high, so I think you just don’t wanna talk to me,” Victor said, pointing to his friend lazily.

When Greg asked about shenanigans he smirked. ”Nah, not really. I just wanna take the boat out. I haven’t been able to do that in a long time. Plus it wouldn’t be bad to see the girls in swimsuits. Especially Tina. She’d look so good in the passenger seat of my boat.” He pictured swinging the boat around and knocking her playfully in the water, then fishing her out. Oh man, that’d be hilarious. Though it would probably be more funny to do that with Rumer or Greg over here, because then Tina could laugh at it with him instead of be in the water. He cracked a grin at Greg.

”Got anyone you wanna see rock a swimsuit?” He paused teasingly long before he added ”Maybe we could invite that girlfriend of yours, too. She’s got a cute ass.”