Surprise surprise, I've never smoked weed or seen someone smoke weed so bare with me

I watch his lips fit around the blunt, thumb and index holding the cigar by the middle, inhaling, then pulling out and exhaling a puff of smoke. In, hold, out, hold. He seems to be so relaxed, like he's part of the seat with his eyelids heavy and his arms half asleep.

"J-Joe?" I swallow nervously.

My boyfriend looks over at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Can I try something?" I ask, moving over from my side of the bus to straddle him instead. Pete and Andy are gone right now so I don't worry too much.

"Of course," Joe replies, slurring his words the slightest.

I press the blunt to his lips and watch him inhale, but before he can exhale, I latch my lips to his and take the feeling, the drug dizzying up my brain. It feels nice, though, as I release the smoke.

"You don't smoke, what's up?" Joe asks, frowning in confusion.

"I don't mind it if it's coming from you." I smile.

Joe shrugs, pressing the blunt back in his mouth before kissing me, our tongues dancing.

"JOSEPH MARK TROHMAN, WHAT THE HELL DID I TELL YOU ABOUT SMOKING BLUNTS ON THE BUS!" Andy yells.