As Mike heard the sirens blare as the emergency vehicles arrived to the scene, he covered his ears and walked briskly from the parking lot. He could think of many reasons why he didn’t want to stick around, but the only one he needed was to get the fuck home as soon as possible. 

“Ahh!” Mike let out before looking back. The flashing lights were no help, causing him to squint as he looked out for his roommate. “Floyd?!” He called out once before inching backwards. He didn’t want to leave his roommate, but he didn’t want to be here much longer. Mike could afford to wait a little since he was out of the parking lot. Though it wouldn’t be long until he’d become selfish. [i]Floyd, hurry up![/i] Mike thought to himself without realizing that he had actually sent this thought telepathically to his roommate.

 Floyd was watching in shock, everything that happened could only mean one thing. That girl made a door freeze, he ripped a door off like he was breaking apart clay and felt better than ever. Even with these amazing developments taking place he didn't want to be anywhere near the police. He couldn't believe what he was thinking, the possibility that they had..super powers. Although he was sure of what he say he was almost sure he was going crazy until he heard Mike. Or rather heard him in his head. "What the fuck!!" He whipped around seeing his roommate walking away and hauled ass over to him. "Yo how the fuck did you do that! Man you were inside my head!" He was so excited and in awe about what was going on, he paid little attention to his friend's condition he was more concerned with the cops and the fact that they might be real life X-Men.

Mike was glad that Floyd made it to him in a hurry. He was kind of doubted his roommate heard him, but he wouldn’t complain. Everything would have gone smoothly, but what came out of Floyd’s mouth caused him to raise an eyebrow. 

“What? And can you please stop screaming man.” Mike said bothered by both Floyd’s statement and how he delivered it. Mike winced again and looked up at Floyd in confusion. “X-Men? What are you talking about?” Mike asked as he wondered why Floyd would have said they might be the real life X-Men. Then again, this was the man that was just having an orgasm in the middle of a parking lot for no apparent reason. The only thing Mike could think of was that Floyd was on something that made him think his little adrenaline rush he saw was something out of Smallville or Heroes. Mike had heard stories of people summoning ridiculous strengths in intense circumstances, but had never seen it firsthand. He would blame his headache for not being as enthused.

 “BRUH! I’M Not…sc…ight I gotchu sorry…” He was about to argue but realized he had indeed been making too much noise again. Mike seemed to be really sensitive to any amount of noise he made, his hangover couldn’t be that bad. “Look bruh, I know this sounds fucking crazy but that girl she froze the fucking door before I ripped it off…it felt like nothing! Ever since I Woke up I’ve been on my shit man I feel like I can do anything” I was talking and walking I wanted to get back to our room as soon as possible. “And you man I couldn’t hear you where you were standing, I heard you in my fucking head man on some Professor X type shit.” He was rambling he knew he must have sounded insane, but he didn’t give a damn. He’d seen too much and experienced too much this morning to be persuaded that his theory was wrong. “And…FUCK..”I just stopped off all of a sudden clasping my chest as a sudden realization hit me..I’d never mentioned anything about the X Men in real life. [i]Mike...just read my fucking thoughts..[/i] “Yo pause rewind this convo for one second..you just read my fucking mind I ain’t say shit about Wolverine’s squad out loud man…you fucking read my mind!!!”

Mike listened to Floyd’s crazy talk as they made their way back to their dorm. The walk made him wish they would have gotten a designated driver. Mike could deal with the nonsense talking, but he noticed Floyd getting a little more excited with each new thing he said. Then he yelled and stopped in his tracks. Mike looked at Floyd with worry as the man clasped his chest. [i]Please don’t tell me he’s having…[/i] Mike’s thoughts were interrupted by a throb that caused him to wince again. Weren’t they just the healthy duo? Headaches and heart attacks. When Mike looked back to Floyd, he gave a look of irritation. Floyd was screaming… again. Him sounding like he was having an acid trip didn’t make it any better. 

“You just said that we’re the real life X-Men. I’m not reading your mind. You’re high, and you’re loud, and… I think I just need whatever you’re on to be honest. Now come on and stop yelling.” Mike wasn’t going to really ague with Floyd. His roommate would eventually come to his senses, and even if he didn’t, Mike was sure he could find a clever way to make this whole thing humorous. [i]Reading minds? I wish. Women might actually be a lot less complex.[/i] The thought was sent to Floyd as Mike smirked. He wouldn’t deny that reading minds would be pretty cool.
 
 Floyd wondered if he was getting through to Mike, but he didn’t care. Not only did him and his roommate have powers, that other girl, and who telling who else. “Man I Didn’t say that shit out loud I’m not crazy this ain’t some drug trip man” Of course it didn’t help that he’d been pretty open about his drug use with his room-mate, but he didn’t have anything to trip on not yet at least. “Man I’m high on life man, but if you wanna go up a couple levels I got you.” I smirked I knew my room-mate smoked but I was gonna introduce him to something to push him past the point he was use too. As they approached their door it happened again Mike’s voice in his head. “Broads would be a lot simpler to understand, and either you sent that shit to my head on purpose or you’re in denial that you’re the fucking black Professor X”I took out my key to open the door walking inside and heading straight over to a gym bag I had at the foot of my bed. I reached inside to take out a bowl piece I had, a metal pen like object, and a small case of some high quality wax. Going over to the counter of our kitchen I grabbed an apple and began hallowing out a hole in the center before putting the bowl piece in the top of the apple. “Bro reach in my bag there’s a torch grab it and come over here you’re about to experience your first dab.”

When Floyd mentioned broads, Mike was a bit confused. He would have just thought it was a coincidence, but then Floyd mentioned him sending his thoughts again. As crazy as it sounded, Mike couldn’t deny that Floyd replied to his thought perfectly. After shutting the door behind him, he stood in place. Floyd couldn’t be right in Mike’s eyes, but he oddly was. Mike shook his head and rubbed his temples before heading over and going into the bag. He rummaged through it until he found the torch Floyd was talking about. Mike didn’t know what Floyd had in mind, but he didn’t care. As long as his headache was gone, he’d be fine with just about any drug.

“Here. And a dab? Fuck it. As long as it helps. I have shit to do today.” Mike said.
 
Floyd opened up the container of wax and used his pen to scoop up a hit. He wanted just enough to get Mike high as fuck, he didn’t know quite how much he smoked but this was a product that get heavy stoners high. Once he had an adequate amount on the pen and made sure the apple ready. “Alright man lemme explain think of weed like beer..dabs is like motherfucking whiskey..get ready.” He took the torch from his room-mate and began heating the piece for a few seconds. Once it was adamantly hot he placed the apple in Mike’s hand. “Just keep inhaling, don’t worry about holding it in it’s going be hard as fuck just to breath it in the first place.” He just grinned once Mike had the apple he began twirling the pen around the torch causing a lot of concentrate smoke to flow into his lungs, 80% THC.
 
Mike took a hit from the apple. Not expecting the harshness, he pulled the apple away to cough. He already wanted to stop, but he needed to take another hit for good measure. He took another hit from the apple until he literally coughed the apple out of his face. Mike coughed almost violently and passed the apple to Floyd. He couldn’t even talk to him. Mike just covered his mouth and made his way to his bed so he could at least lie down on his side. He could have regretted this, but the feeling coming on made him think otherwise. When he finally got on his bed, he could only smile as he coughed. Finally, his headache was beginning to leave him, and faster than he expected. Little did he know, he was opening a door to something else.

 Floyd only grinned as his roommate enjoyed his first experience with concentrates. He was already in the process of using the pen to put together his own pen, and was using the torch to reheat the piece after Mike hit the apple. He took his own hit inhaling it all in one hit then putting the apple down and trying to fight the couch.” That’s how real smokers sm-“Before he could finish his own sentence he started coughing backing into the counter and knocking over his expensive bottle of polo black.” NO!!!!” He yelled out as the high began to sink and then something unexpected happened. The cologne bottle slowed down losing all its momentum allowing him to pluck it from mid air and put it back on the table. “Yoo...that shit…THAT SHIT was crazy…this is better than winning the lottery..”He just started laughing high as fuck, and walked over to his gym bag to put away the torch, nail, and the wax. “Man I’m baked..I gotta go...pick up some stuff…try to see if you can read some minds..I def have a feeling that I know what I can do....cya later Parkman hahaha.” He burst out laughing as he made his way out the door; he thought he was feeling great before, now he felt spectacular.