Later that evening when you get home, you make yourself some food and sit down to scroll through your phone while you eat. However, about halfway through your meal, you get a call from Hinata.
You quickly wipe the food from your mouth and swallow down the bite in your mouth before answering the call.
"Hello?" you hum curiously into the phone.
"Y/N?" he responds. "Hey, I'm sorry for calling you unexpectedly. I just wanted to hear your voice. I've been meaning to ask how your vacation went."
After hearing what he has to say, you can do nothing but smile from ear to ear. As you begin to tell him about your fun girls' trip, minus the whole fantasy you had about kissing him when you were with another guy, you stand up from the table you were eating at and walk around your house mindlessly.
As you speak, Hinata asks questions about your friends, the beach, and even how you felt after the long drive there and back. You can't really put how his voice makes you feel, but the butterflies in your stomach remain for the entirety of the conversation.
"What've you been up to since you got back?" he then asks.
"Do you think I forgot about you?" you smile to yourself. "I promise I haven't."
"I'm glad to hear that. You're all I've been able to think about since the last time I saw you," he responds. Once more, your face heats up and the butterflies cause a knot in your stomach.
"Well, since I got back I've been trying to help out with some things but my mom's been making it almost impossible. I basically told her to fuck off today," you admit.
"Shit, Y/N, you need a fucking smoke," he teases.
"No kidding. But since I've been busy I haven't been able to see my friends and get high," you sigh.
"Well if you're not busy now and you're feeling up to it, you could come over to my place. I'd enjoy the company."
"I think I might have to take you up on that," you smile. "Can you send me your address? I'll come over in a half hour. I was just finishing up my dinner."
"Sorry, did I call at a bad time?" he asks. "I usually don't call without asking for that reason."
"No, no, it's fine," you shake your head. You don't mind the impromptu call at all. "I'm glad you called. I'll be right over."
After hanging up the phone, you shovel the rest of your dinner into your mouth and run to your room. You quickly change and fix yourself up. Not that you need to look good for him. You have nothing to prove. But you don't want to look sweaty or dirty, either.
When you show up, Hinata answers almost right away. He hugs you and steps to the side to let you in. Then, when you get inside, you see a pre-rolled joint on his coffee table right beside the game Monopoly.
"You've got this all planned out, don't you?" you smile at him.
"Just something I came up with," he shrugs. "You said you wanted a smoke and I thought playing a game of investments and spending money would be a great combination."
"You know me so well," you sigh, smiling as you walk toward the table. "I call dog."
"Good. I wanted car anyway," he smiles back.
When you sit, Hinata passes you the joint and grabs the lighter from the table. Then, just like he did last time you smoked together, he lights the end for you.
"Thanks," you mutter just before pulling the smoke into your lungs. Something you regret each time you go back for another hit.
While you get high off Hinata's stash, he begins to set up the game for the two of you.
"How much money do we start off with, Mr. Banker?" you ask him.
"One thousand five hundred dollars," he smiles, "but you just get one thousand."
"Hey, play fair!" you scoff.
"I bet you're the one in your family who didn't play fair. You probably always had some kind of trick up your sleeve."
"Momma didn't raise no fool," you grin.
"So you used to get along with your mom?" he asks curiously, accidentally causing your smile to drop.
"Yeah, used to," you reply emotionlessly. "Except she didn't appreciate a good trick, even if it was legal. She wanted everything out in the open."
"So you outsmarted her and she didn't like it?" he asks, grinning.
"Maybe, maybe not," you shrug. "Guess you'll just have to find out. Don't drop your guard," you smile. "And you better hope I don't get a 'Get out of jail free' card before you. 'Cause I'll sell that for an unreasonable price."
"Well if you do that, I might have to do the same," he teases. "Here's your dog."
"Dogs are lucky, you know," you explain to him as you trade the small metal dog for the joint you were just smoking.
"Oh yeah?" he nods as he puts the rolled weed to his lips. "How so?"
"Well, in China, the dog is one of the twelve Zodiacs and all of those are considered lucky. Besides, dogs and loyal and honest. They represent loyalty and good fortune. Not to mention the countless studies that show owning a dog can drastically lower your blood pressure," you nod.
"Then you better hope your dog brings you good luck," Hinata hums as he breathes out a puff of smoke.
"More than a car will," you smile. "Ever heard of the tortoise and the hare?"
"Are you trying to say I'm compensating my fast car for something?" he gasps jokingly.
"No," you hum, "but remember to slow down and pick the flowers."
"Didn't Goldilocks' mother tell her not to pick the flowers?"
"No," you laugh this time. "That's the completely wrong story. It was Little Red Riding Hood."
"Oh. That's right, I remember now," he agrees.
Once the game begins, you and Hinata play a long and intense round that's broken up by laughter and puffs of smoke. But once it finally comes to an end, and you begin to realize how late it is, your heart drops to your stomach.
"Y/N?" Hinata calls you by your name. "Do you want to stay over tonight?"