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Scott really didn’t have anything on his agenda for today. or tomorrow. Or for the next few weeks. It almost felt as if his life just kinda repeated the same days over and over again. What was he supposed to do in the middle of December?
After the fourth episode of an old sonic cartoon, Scott finally decided to do something interesting with his life. starting by asking Wallace what he’d be doing today. He figured it’d be a good place to start- Wallace was always going out to bars or doing something interesting, interesting enough for Scott to be intrigued.
Hopping up out of the arm chair, Scott waltzed over into the kitchen to see what Wallace had in mind.
“Hey, you doing anything today? I’m kind of bored of my super uninteresting life.”
Wallace was in fact doing.. something.. today.
“Well yeah. I guess you could say I’m doing something. Something that the Scott Pilgrim who doesn’t even drink would never do” Wallace said with a slight chuckle to his voice.
Scott didn’t take the bantering seriously, he ignored it even. He was now determined to do whatever Wallace was doing, not just because he wanted to prove him wrong, but also because he literally had nothing else going on with his life.
“Yeah ok. .. I’m not that much of a pussy, Wallace! I just don’t drink often because I don’t want to become a depressed alcoholic like you. I’ll do whatever your up to doing, man”
A small smirk appeared over Wallace’s face.
“Really? Well I guess we’ll just have to see about that, then.”
Wallace began to walk out of the kitchen and over to their shared bed. Beside said bed was a small book bag, which Wallace began to rummage through.
“Yeah I guess we WILL see about it Wallace, when I prove you WRO-“
Scott was cut off by Wallace whipping out a bag with two small brownies smushed inside of it. Wallace had a “I told you that you won’t do this” type of expression plastered onto his face.
“So.. you still up for this, guy?”
Scott was slightly oblivious, unbeknownst to Wallace.
“..oh.. you? We’re eating.. brownies.. Wallace.?”
Wallace’s face dropped to a bit of an unimpressed but expectant expression.
“Guy, these are edibles? You know.. they have weed in them. I thought you kind of would’ve got the impression that they weren’t normal brownies after I mentioned that you don’t even drink..?”
Scott felt stunned. He’d never eat touched weed before, let alone take it in an edible format. He also really wasn’t sure if he wanted to spend getting high his first time with Wallace of all people, who always seemed like his tolerance was stronger than an army of bulls, regardless of what he did. Not only that, Scott had no clue what it’d be like! Admittedly he was a bit nervous at the idea of edibles, but really, did he have anything better to do? Scott’s opposing thoughts may have been going on longer than he’d thought they had, considering Wallace had to break the silence.
“Uh.. Scott? You don’t gotta take them or anything if you don’t want to, guy. You kinda look like you were just hit by a freight train.”
Nevertheless, impulsivity had taken over Scott’s mind and he decided he knew what he had to do. The look on Wallace’s face would be priceless!
“I’ll- no, yeah I’ll take them, with you, Wallace.”
The look on Wallace’s face was priceless
Not in a million years did Wallace ever think that Scott would agree to even drink with him, but now he was up for weed? Well, this sure was going to be something.
Opening the bag, Wallace split one of the two brownies in half and gave it to Scott, knowing Scott would definitely be gone even from a nibble of one of the brownies. Scott reluctantly took the brownie from Wallace, reality settling in on him.
Wallace shrugged at Scott and not only ate the other half of Scott’s brownie, but the whole other brownie in the bag as well. This guy did have a high tolerance ! Meaning, he’d probably walk Scott through everything. Looking down at the brownie with wide eyes, Scott shoved the whole thing into his mouth. Wallace almost let out a giggle.
“This is going to be so fun to watch. You’re going to love watching Sonic the hedgehog like this.”
Wallace plotted himself down on the arm chair and turned on a shitty Lucas Lee movie. Scott, however, seemed to be a bit frozen. He didn’t know how any of this worked.. was it going to kick in immediately? What if he freaked out and got too high? The regret began to surge into his skin.
Wallace must have noticed this because the smug expression on his face was now turned to one of slight concern.
“You all good Guy? It won’t kick in immediately, it also won’t take more than an hour though. I’m sorry if I pressured you or anything, I can even help you throw it up if you’d like.”
Wallace’s eyes felt like they were burning at Scott while he looked at the ground in slight embarrassment. No, he did want to do this. He was more reassured now of Wallace being there to help him.
“Oh, alright. But how will I know when it starts to kick in..? And, no Wallace. You didn’t pressure me or anything man. I’m just kinda nervous. What if I freak out or something?”
“You’ll know when they kick in, Guy, and hey, I’ll be here if that starts to happen. I’d never sit here and leave you like that. It’s normal to feel a little paranoid, though.”
Wallace’s smirk had planted itself back on his face.
Scott nodded and sat down on their shared bed, engraving his eyes into the Lucas Lee movie.
Fifteen or so minutes had past since then, the two had sat in comfortable silence until Scott broke it.
“Shit, I’m hungry. I’m going to get make something, you want anything Wallace…?”
Scott was mid sentence, still feeling relatively normal, but then he stood up, off of the mattress.
“Ohhhhhhkkayy. Woahhhh man. This is. Oh my god.”
Scott may have looked like he’d been hit by a freight train earlier, but now he felt like he’d just been hit by one.
Wobbling a bit, Scott felt his eyelids sag on his eyes as he stared at Wallace, who was already laughing at him. In turn, this made Scott start to go into a fit of giggles. The two stayed like that for a moment, giggling, and in a way admiring each other.
Wallace then slowly got up and gestured his head to the kitchen.
“As you were saying, food?”
The two wobbly, Wallace being slightly less wobbly than Scott, made their way to their shared kitchen. Scott began to dig in the cabinets, looking for anything and everything. He felt like a bear coming out of hibernation. He began stuffing his face with dill pickles, popcorn, and stale cereal that should’ve been thrown out a long time ago. Wallace once again giggle at this, finding high Scott adorable.
After they both stuffed their faces with food, Scott managed to sloppily plop himself face first down on their shared mattress, Wallace doing the same right behind him.
Scott turned towards Wallace. He began to poke his face with his finger while laughing like someone had just told him l the funniest joke he’d ever heard.
“You.. you’re rreallly pretty you know.”
Scott said while still smiling at Wallace. Wallace in turned smiled back while attempting to kiss Scott’s forehead without his aim being completely off.
“Ohhh but you’re preetttiier. And hooot.”
The two stared at eachother in awe.
“I’m coldddd guy” Wallace said, almost slurring his words together.
“I can help with that.. “guyyyy”” Scott said in return, curling his body over Wallace’s. The two were content in that moment, warm and with each other. Scott began to doze off while Wallace ran his hand through Scott’s hair.
Yeah, Scott would be doing this again.