Mike could have drifted to sleep, but like always, Floyd was screaming about something. Mike looked and caught sight of something shocking. Floyd’s cologne bottle was… falling in slow motion? Mike blinked a bit wondering if it was the dab, but that was just THC and couldn’t have caused any type of hallucination. Floyd caught the bottle before it could hit the ground and set it on the table. This not only made Floyd’s crazy talk seem real, but it also meant Mike could really read minds. It just didn’t make any sense to him. [i]Maybe I’m tripping… Someone laced the weed we used to hot box! But what about this high? Am I high within a trip? Or am I really… What if I do have powers? I’m Matt Parkman… Nah, Mike Parkman… I feel so good right now…[/i]

Mike was just staring blankly at the Kid Cudi Man on the Moon II album cover poster up on the wall. He was just thinking to himself, and loving every second of it, until he heard someone else. He could hear a guy talking, or so he thought.

[i]“Damn! I was getting it in HARD last night! Ooh I had the bitch moaning and everything! Like my boy Trey Songz. I had her calling me Trigga, ‘cause I made that body bust! She’ll probably let me hit it tonight too since I was so good. The chemistry was perfect. I think my chem professor would pass me for what happened last night! My bio professor too! Next time, I’m gonna try the magnums out. Then I’ll really…”[/i]

Mike grunted as he finally moved. That guy’s voice was annoying. Just like that, it stopped though. Mike could say the guy was being really loud, but his voice was clear as day and it was like he was in the room, venting about his… thoughts of last night. Mike raised an eyebrow before shutting his eyes in an attempt to “hear” more. He tried to tune in, but this time he heard a female voice…

[i]“Oh my god… That had to have been worst sex I’ve ever experienced in my life. I was way too nice… Maybe I shouldn’t have faked it, but I thought it would get better. I should have known as soon as he broke out the Lifestyle condoms. Never fucking him again… I can probably tell him my period started today. That always works. I really need to fuck someone though. You know, I kinda wanna try out a black guy. Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m thinking this. After last night, one of those cute guys next door could just say ‘hi’ and I’d fuck them. If only… shit he’s calling me ‘babe’. At least he leaves for class soon...”[/i]

A smirk spread across Mike’s face as he rested his head on his pillow. He liked what he was hearing, and if he was going to test Floyd’s theory, why not just say “hi” to some thirsty girl. [i]If I’m tripping and don’t have powers, she’ll just say “hi” back. IF Floyd’s right, and that’s a big IF, then I get laid.[/i] Mike thought as he rolled himself off the bed and grabbed a towel and shower slippers. He headed into the shower. He listened more. It was the guy again.

[i]“Alright alright alriiiight! Yeaahhh! She gon’ learn today! She gon’ learn what a long dick is! As soon as I get out of class!”[/i]

Mike cracked up laughing in the shower as he listened. It was funny, but being high made it so much funnier. He didn’t even care if they could hear him, especially since they wouldn’t know what he was laughing about.

[i]“Swerrrrve… off your pencil dick…”[/i]

After about a half hour of just laughing, Mike finally got himself out of the shower. The sad part was that he really thought he had only spent ten minutes in the bathroom. Mike was sure the guy or boyfriend had left by now. He exited the shower and headed towards his dresser and closet to get some clothes to change into. Clothes felt good on his skin, even if he was just dressed in a t-shirt, basketball shorts, and socks at the moment. He slipped on a pair of sneakers before heading out into the hall. The door slamming behind him startled him a bit, but it also reminded him to lock it too. 

With a hum, Mike headed to next door and knocked. It was time to prove Floyd wrong or get laid. The door opened up and there was short Hispanic male staring at Mike. Mike’s eyes widened before shaking his head. 

“You need something?” He asked.

“Nah, I… I think I… have the wrong room.” Mike struggled to say as he felt like a stoned fool. Floyd was wrong, and he was tripping on something from last night. Mike drug his feet back to his room before seeing a door swing open from right across the room across the hall from his own. A Caucasian female walked out with a few dollars in hand, looking like she was going to hit one of the vending machines. Her eyes met Mike’s and he knew it was her. “Hey… You’re my neighbor, right?”

“Uhh yeah… I’m Cynthia.” She introduced. Mike moved closers and held out his hand.

“I’m Mike. So uh, what are you up to.” [i]This is definitely not working.[/i] Mike nodded toward the money in her hand.

“Just snacks.”

“Really? Hey I got plenty of junk food my mom gave me for my stay here. I don’t ever eat.”

“Ooh can I see what you have?” Cynthia asked happily

“Sure thing” Mike said as he unlocked the door and welcomed Cynthia inside who smiled away from him when she noticed no one else was home. [i]This is working…[/i] “Want anything else?” Mike said as he went into desk drawer. And looked at her with a grin. 

“Maybe. Depends on what you’re willing to give.” She said before taking a seat on my bed and smiling back. 

[i]I can read minds… I CAN FUCKING READ MINDS![/i]

Mike wasted no time as he walked over to his bed. It started with a simple kiss, then making out, and then sex between the sheets. Being high just made this whole moment a thousand times better. What could ruin this?