Step Family Parody

Their apartment was 20 minutes away. They had given me a key to let myself in, and I walked in on Alec, making himself a bowl of cereal. "What up, dude! No work today or late shift?"

"No work."

Alec looked like an Australian surfer. Shaggy long blonde hair, a reddish tan with a surfer’s physique. He was also quite tall, standing around 6 feet. He was the most laidback out of the three of us. It certainly helps when your dad owns half the rental properties in town, and that only made up a quarter of his real estate portfolio.

"Cheerios and pot?" he asked me.

"No to the Cheerios, yes to the pot. Where’s it at?"

"I should have a few joints in the drawer next to the sofa. Choose whichever one is calling out to you."

I got the joint and lit it up in their apartment. Since they lived in a unit owned by Alec’s dad, they had tampered with the smoke detectors to not worry about it going off when they smoked. They smoked so much that weed was the permanent smell of their apartment.

Alec took puffs in between spoonfuls of Cheerios, and we finished the joint in 10 minutes. I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting the weed do its magic.

"Have you thought about getting an apartment with us?"

"Not really. I told Jackie about the idea, and she said I should go for it. I’m still on the fence, though."

"Speaking of Jackie, when is she coming?"