Injected

It were merely minutes before the illegal substance had completely taken over Wednesday's body, and she had a feeling that Bam had gone a long time before she did. At first the substance burned hot, scorching her throat, and making her feel warm and good inside - like when you first start getting a buzz after drinking too much alcohol.

The marijuana then tingled cold, making her body shiver at every touch, sending her into near convulsions when Bam reached over, placing an arm around her tiny shoulders. He let his head lop back onto the sofa, for it had become immensely hard to keep it up.

They sat together experiencing these new, wonderful sensations; listening, almost feeling the music before Bam finally spoke a long time later.

“How do you feel?” He asked Wednesday, sitting on his knees and turning towards her. “I feel... I feel...” He searched for the words, using his hands to emphasize as if it would somehow help him think better. “I feel so good right now.” He laughed wildly and hysterically although he hadn't said anything that was particularly funny.

“I feel like I'm not really here.” She replied, bringing her hand up and in front of her face before waving it around in a circular motion, her eyes not catching up to her actions until a long time later. “I feel weird.”

“What are you taking about?” Bam kept laughing, switching on the T.V although the music was still blaring, turning directly to the cartoon channel where he continued laughing at a show about a terrified little dog named Courage.

“I don't know.” Wednesday replied, staring directly at the T.V with a huge smile on her face. “I have no idea whats going on.”
“I know right?” He responded, and they laughed together. “I wanna paint, dude. Wouldn't that be so awesome?”

Wednesday nodded, for right now what she saw in front of her face was like one big painting. She could move as much as she wanted, but didn't feel the sensations until a second or two later. Her eyes went blurry, making what she saw look like one big painting. She even saw the vibrant colors. “I could defiantly paint this.”

Bam ran his fingers through her hair, slouching over and smiling like a bumbling idiot, he huffed loudly before speaking to her. “I'd paint you.” He said, kissing her cheeks. “I love you, Wednesday Adams.”

She chuckled with him, slapping his knee before saying, “Don't call me that!” and taking a swig of the Monster energy drink that sat on the coffee table in front of them.
“That's your name, isn't it?!” He exclaimed, jerking back like he were surprised, even a bit confused.

“You know thats my name.” She sat back, relaxing on his arm as he held her more closely. “I wish it wasn't”
“Oh my god,” He wrapped his other arm around her chest, hugging her tightly and resting his head amongst her breast. “Shut up. You have the best name ever.”

Wednesday adored Bam. She was well aware that she had one of the dumbest names on the planet, but Bam always made her feel better about it. She let her body go limp, releasing all the worries and cares that she had before letting her mind wander back to when they were kids.

She thought of all the people over the course of her life who had made fun of her for the name, and how many times Bam had stuck up for her; getting himself suspended from school for getting into fights in Wednesday's honor. Normally they would back down when she told them her mother was a drug addict, who named her while high - but there were a select few who were particularly nasty.

“You're so beautiful, Wednesday.” Bam began, rubbing his fingers across her face and through her soft, golden blond hair.
“You're crazy.” She brushed him away, blushing, but he persisted.
“You're amazing.”
“And you're high!” She exclaimed, pushing herself up with the assistance of his kneecap, but he pulled her back down and onto his lap.

“You know what else I want to do?” Bam smiled broadly, squeezing her middle.
“What?” Wednesday laughed, his strong fingers tickling at her sides, making her giddy.
“I wanna fuck.” He bit down on his bottom lip, waiting for her answer.