I take a hit and remember why D.A.R.E. exists. To be fair, it’s more my stupidity trying to impress a girl that has me hunched over and grasping for water, but regardless, why are dab pens so hot? To save myself from toppling over, I make a mental inventory of my state: somewhere between humiliated and over the moon, my lower back hot where her arm curls around it, supporting me. It’s something about the higher temperatures in a vaporizer, she explains. “I know something else that’s hot,” I say. She snorts, and we laugh the night.
Bella Perez is a college student and props artisan getting her BFA in Technical Theatre. When not writing, she enjoys playing video games and sketching.