<strong>NAME:</strong>Damian Clarke<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Blue jeans with mustard fade, white soviet shoes and a red quicksilver t-shirt<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 9th<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Late Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Henderson's Farm - Barn Dance Floor<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>A tender kiss turning into a mischievous blunt<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>What ever is in the background<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Gwynn, Tommy, Jeremiah, Miriam, Marco, Megan<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/00/9c/99/009c992d3ac17eb1c99d141003d8fe3c.jpg)</div>The kiss seemed to make time stand still, like they were the only two in the room as they kissed tenderly, every time they were going to break the kiss they just seemed to go back in for another, then another. Each time Damian smiled into the kiss, holding Gwynn close to his body as they shared the moment, eventually breaking the kiss for the last time. Damian savored the moment, feeling the cool of the night suddenly take his lips now that Gwynn's were no longer pressed against them, her saliva cooling quickly as their lips parted, the taste of her sweet lip gloss lingering on his lips.<br/><br/>Damian felt her hand sliding into his pocket, feeling some relief from the tightness of his jeans as the joint was taken out, lifted up over his head. Damian let out a laugh as he watched, she seemed like she was warming up to this whole weed idea. ''Yeah, let's get out round back and get this graduation party started.'' Damian said with a grin, keeping his arms around Gwynn as they discussed smoking the blunt. ''What you guys say? Let's go round back into the field and watch some starts.'' Damian asked, referring more to smoking weed rather than the stars but it sounded better, more subtle. ''Marco, Megan, you two going to just bump and grind all night or you coming with? Miriam, Jeremiah, should we get going?'' he asked with a grin, slowly turning to make his way out of the barn, his arms still around Gwynn, hugging her from behind as they walked out of the barn into the much cooler night air. Gently kissing her neck as they leave the barn.<br/><br/>Damian and the others have a look around, looking for a quiet place that they could do what they wanted without anyone judging or adults present. Damian never knew how the so called stoner group did it, how they could just be so carefree, lighting up in large groups where ever they were and enjoying the moment. Damian was envious of that, of their care free attitude. He just didn't have what it took to be so open about it. Rather enjoying a quiet surrounding with close friends as they smoked.<br/><br/>There it was, the perfect spot for them, well Damian thought so anyway. It was a small clearing in the middle of the field, one large tree to lean on and some grass beneath which was much better than the freshly ploughed soil around the barn. It was hidden by some newly growing corn crops, just perfect to feel secluded in such a busy party. The group made their way there to just chill and enjoy their graduation night, taking a seat on the grass, finally lighting up the massive joint supplied by Marco, a puff of smoke coming out the tip followed by the coughing a spluttering that always came from the start of a blunt, the burning sensation as the smoke filled his lungs. Damian was not a smoker at all so always struggled at the start, taking another drag before handing it over, holding it out to who ever wanted it.<br/><br/>When the joint was out his hand Damian pulled his phone out, going to Tommy's message and pressing reply ''We are in the field, under the old tree there.'' he sent back with a sigh, leaning back and resting on his elbows. ''Now this is what I will miss most about school, the amazing friends, times, beer and fun. I love all you guys.'' he said with a smile, looking from one person to the next, pulling a beer out of his pocket and cracking it open, taking out a premix for Gwynn, twisting the top off and handing it over to her.