Page 27 of The Problem with Falling
Willow was stoned.
“You ate three brownies from Matt Turner?” I asked, a bit stunned that she was still awake at all. As I looked her way, her eyes were definitely fading quickly, though. “Willow. Those were weed brownies.”
“Weed brownies?” She gasped, sitting up straighter. “No way.” She narrowed her eyes even more. “Is that why I believe in reincarnation?”
“I don’t know why you believe what you believe, but if you ate that many brownies from Matt Turner, then you’ll believe in unicorns soon, too.”
“I already believe in unicorns.” She giggled. It sounded like heaven soaked in joy. Disgusting. She then tossed her hands over her face as if realization just set in. “Oh my gosh, I’m high!”
I chuckled a little. “Yes, you are.”
“Oh my gosh.” She glanced around. “Don’t let people know that I’m high, Theo. That’s so embarrassing.”
“Just ride it out.”
“Ride it out?!” Her voice boomed, filling the space of my truck. “I ate four brownies!”
“You said three.”
“I know, but I didn’t want you to think I was greedy, so I said three, but really, it was four.”
Oh.
Damn.
“That’s a lot of weed brownies,” I said.
“Can people die from being too high?” she asked, completely solemn, which made me laugh again. She placed a hand on my forearm. “Theo, I’m being serious. Am I dying? Oh my gosh, Ican feel my eyeballs.” She gasped, covering her eyes with her hands.
“You can’t feel your eyeballs, Willow.”
“I can. I feel them.” She started mumbling in her hands like a weirdo, then she dropped her hands into her lap. “You know what sounds good? A vegan pizza.”
“A vegan pizza never sounds good.”
“Yes, it does. With pepperoni!”
“I hate to break it to you, but pepperoni isn’t vegan.”
She pursed her lips together, seemingly falling into deep thought. “Oh yeah.” She giggled some more, slumping back against her seat. I hated that I didn’t hate the sound as much as I should’ve. “Are you high, too?”
“I’m not high, too.”
“Why aren’t you high?”
“I didn’t eat Matt Turner’s brownies.”
“Why didn’t you stop me from eating Matt Turner’s brownies?”
I shrugged. “I figured you knew what type of brownies you were eating when you took them from a guy like Matt Turner.”
“Oh.” She pouted. That was sort of cute, too. “Am I dying, Theo?”
“You’re not dying, Willow.”
Her pout deepened. “Do I annoy you?”
“Yes, but don’t take it personally. All people annoy me.”
