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I was sitting in my and Johanna Mason's living room. After the rebellion, her and I got into a relationship. I ended up inevitably gaining feelings for her in district 13, and about a year after everything, we ended up getting together. But that's besided the point. See, I knew Johanna smoked weed. And I was completely fine with that fact, given how much I have been educated on it's effects. One late night she turned to me, with her traditional smirk on her face.
"Hey, Brainless?" She called for my attention, holding a joint between her slender fingers.
"Hm?" I hummed in acknowledgment. Taking note of her reddened eyes. She was most certainly already high.
"Wanna hit this?" Johanna held the joint out at me.
I paused, looking at the joint, the scent of it was appealing. . . .
"First time for everything I guess." I reply, trying to sound funny but I don't think it came out that way.
She stood, and walked to our bed from the recliner in the room, and handed it to me.
"When you get all the smoke in your mouth, open it for a second and breathe it all into your lungs." She explained, which was helpful because I didn't know that I needed to swallow it.
I put the joint to my lips, and inhaled. I took a rather deep drag, my first mistake. As Johanna told me to, I opened my mouth a bit and swallowed the smoke. Which quickly came back out via me coughing.
"Gonna cough up a lung." Johanna put her hand on my back, rubbing slightly.
I leaned into her, but didn't respond because of the coughing. Once the coughing subsided, I began to feel a bit foggy.
"Take another one. Smaller this time though." She encouraged me.
I nod as I inhale again, less smoke this time. When I blow it out I cough slightly less. Not much though. I give the thing back to her, and sit with myself for a moment. She hits it again but for some reason I couldn't think. Was this what being high was like? Being mentally impaired? I mean Johanna doesn't seem to be struggling much, and she has smoked a lot more than me.
"Am I supposed to feel like I can't focus?" I ask.
"Yeah, I guess that's one way to describe it." She replies, seeming unbothered.
She hands the joint back to me. I just hold it for a minute, unsure if I should go on, but I do. As I take another drag i only get fuzzier. I can't deny it feeling pleasant though. I'm not plagued by my past this way, so I start to loosen up. I take another drag then pass it back to Johanna. The two of us go on like this for awhile. Eventually I began to feel oddly emotional. My head was spinning, my visuals looked like a severely dialed down version of what I experienced on the tracker jacker venom.
"Whats wrong baby?" Johanna pet my braid, which I still did every morning. I suppose some things never change.
"Just. . . . I don't know." I grabbed her shirt, burying myself in the crook of her neck.
I'm not entirely sure why I did this, considering I'm rarely very affectionate. I enjoy cuddling up from time to time, maybe some kisses, but aside from that I don't find myself very interested in being affectionate.
"Nnawwwwee" Johanna cooed at me, rubbing my back. "Brainless get a little too high?" She mocked.
For some reason this deeply offended me, and tears welled in my eyes. I'm still mildly embarrassed about that one.
"I'm not! And I'm not brainless." I frown at her, scooting back.
"Aww. Okay, baby. I'm sorry for my highly offensive profanity." She gigged, which in itself was just too much.
I buried my face back into her neck, mumbling about my love fo her. She seemed moved by this, a small smile on her face while she rubbed my back. Soon I ended up having to go to the bathroom. I was able to stand and walk just fine, which was a pleasant suprise. I remember getting drunk with Haymitch and being completely unable to function. If this was embarrassing that was my death sentence.
While washing my hands, I looked in the mirror to see my eyes a rather deep shade of pink. They looked similar to how Johanna's did. When I returned to the bedroom, Johanna was knocked out on the bed, sprawled out. I smiled to myself at her, and went to sit.
I ran my hand through her short hair, it had grown quite significantly since District 13, however it still wasn't as long as when we met. I layed down beside her, spooning her as I fell asleep.