Hound

19

I sigh, staring at the T.V blankly. She's off, working I guess. It's kinda quiet without her here.

Oh well, it doesn't matter.

I roll a blunt and light it. I stare at the smoke, narrowing my eyes.

I don't know how long I still there, smoking thinking the weirdest things.

Everything's just still.

“It smells like weed in here," She cuts into my haze.

I look up at her. “Want a hit?”

She narrows her eyes. “Y'know I'm an officer right?"

I shrug. “Arrest me then.”

She rolls her eyes, taking the blunt, inhaling.  She exhales, flopping down next to me. She shoots me a look out the corner of her eye.

“What's your problem?”

I shrug as she hands me the weed. “Nothing. What would be wrong?”

I sink into the couch.

“I don't know you seem...sad?” She pronounced the word like it's foreign. I laugh at that.

“I'm not sad. I'm just...thinking I guess.”

“You guess or you think?”

“I guess I think.”

“If you guess you think, then you cease to exist. Descartes.”

“Descartes said that?” I ask, passing her the blunt.

“No. He said I think, therefore I am. If you guess you think, technically, you don't think, which means you are not. So...”

That just went do far over my f*****g head it might as well as been a f*****g plane.

“Do birds think planes are just big birds?”

“Probably not. Nature isn't easily fooled,” She responds.

I nod. “So, what's your deal, Wendy Collette whatever your name is?”

“I don't have a deal—”

“You do. Why aren't you in a real relationship? Are you afraid of falling in love? Afraid to get hurt?”

“I'm not afraid of anything. And your blunts are loose.”

I gasp offended.

“Then why can't we...” I look at her. There's no haze, no highness that distorts that look. I stop that thought.

“Could you ever fall in love with me?” I ask.

“Why? You gonna get all mushy on me, Mutt?”

I chuckle. “Y'know you're so defensive. I might actually think you like me. Just a little bit?"

She snorts. “Yeah well... you'd be wrong.”

She looks away. “Besides, falling in love isn't magical. It's just...a leap of idiocy. Okay? It's hoping someone will catch you while you fall for no reason.”

I swallow. “I think it's nice. I mean anything worth doing has risks, right? I mean, you can't get rich without making some bad investments.”

She looks at me dubiously. “That's...that's how you get poor. To get rich you have to make good investments.”

I shrug. “Yeah but—no one just—like comes out of the p***y knowing how make good investments. You have to learn.”

“Where is this coming from?” She asks.

“I like you, okay, Wendy? I don't love you, I don't guess, buy if I told you you'd just leave wouldn't you?”

She says nothing.

“And... So I don't say anything like when you call me Mutt, and I hate that, but I don't say anything but it makes me feel a way—”

She chuckles. “It makes you feel a way—?”

“It makes me feel a way."

She giggles. “I'm sorry Mutt.”

“See! I don't like it!”

“But you like me?” She inquired softly.

“But I like you,” I whisper back.

She smiles. “You know mutts are more adorable than normal puppies. They're so unique—”

“I just...I don't wanna be mutt. Can I not be a mutt?”

“Well think—" She starts.

“Nooo! No Descartes. The power of Christ compels you!”

“You can't exorcise philosophy—” She snorts.

“I think therefore I can!”

“It doesn't work—”

“Compelling you to stop!”

She yells over me, and I stop talking because when we're just the slightest bit high off some product I'll kill someone over later, she's damn gorgeous.