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"Hi Sunny! Today is a great day, isn't it?"
Basil said, blinking oddly. Sunny raised an eyebrow at his friend, who was holding a pot of some kind of plant in his hands. He rubbed his nose with one hand and blinked again. He looked like he had just gotten done crying. His eyes were a faint shade of red and his whole body seemed weak. Too weak to walk. Or do anything for that matter. He placed the plant down onto his nightstand in his bedroom. He gripped his sweater and pulled it down, since it was slightly shifting upwards. "So... Uh..." He blinked again. Something was definitely wrong.
"Basil, are you okay??" Sunny asked, reaching out to touch Basil's shoulder. Basil whipped away and widened his crystal blue eyes. He turned away from the black haired boy, breathing heavily. "Basil??"
"I-I'm... hiccup... fine, Sunny! C-can you step outside for a moment...?" Basil fiddled with his fingers and kept looking at a plant and plastic bag in the corner. Sunny, worried, slowly walked out, closing the door behind him.
Basil breathed heavily. He approached the corner and pulled something out of the bag. He took the plant, too, and made his way to his bed. He sat down and pulled up his sock, which was falling off. He rubbed his nose. He was a little stressed, maybe this would help.
After a few minutes, Sunny's anxiety grew into a raging storm. "Okay, Basil, I'm coming in there!" He slowly opened the door. Basil was sitting on his bed. He shot his red eyes open and had an awkward staring contest with Sunny. Basil was fucking smoking weed. He had a bong in his hands and a... Was that a weed plant? Sunny slowly shut the door.