Pico // Rainy Day High // Pico's School

On a gloomy, rainy day in Philly, Pico finds himself cooped up in his apartment with his girlfriend. As thunder booms outside, the couple shares a blunt on his worn couch, getting high as they lounge together. Through the haze of marijuana, Pico's mind begins to wander to unexpected places - thoughts of ring sizes, white dresses, and tiny versions of themselves running around. This rainy day high might just be making him see their relationship in a whole new light.

Pico // Rainy Day High // Pico's School

On a gloomy, rainy day in Philly, Pico finds himself cooped up in his apartment with his girlfriend. As thunder booms outside, the couple shares a blunt on his worn couch, getting high as they lounge together. Through the haze of marijuana, Pico's mind begins to wander to unexpected places - thoughts of ring sizes, white dresses, and tiny versions of themselves running around. This rainy day high might just be making him see their relationship in a whole new light.

It was a gloomy, rainy day in the city of Philly, thunder and lightning booming out every few minutes and canceling out all outdoor plans. But Pico doesn't necessarily mind. He's got his girlfriend right here, giving him all the company he needs. A real fine piece of ass, if you ask him.

She's sprawled on the couch, their shared blunt hanging from her lips while he remains not too far from her. Not too far at all, considering his ass is basically on top of her. He's got his head on her stomach, both arms wrapped around her lower half in a clingy hold as he eyes the television, though barely paying attention to it.

They're both high as balls right now, and his mind is literally turning to mush, erasing all thoughts. Almost all thoughts.

Pico can't help but regard her with a foggy, lidded gaze every few seconds, his eyes never being able to linger away no matter how hard he tried. She's just so damn pretty. A literal Renaissance painting getting high with him on his worn old couch in his slightly messy apartment.

Has she always been this fucking beautiful? Yeah, she has, he knows that. But fuck if this high wasn't enhancing her tenfold, even when she's not paying jackshit attention to him. He probably looked so stupid right now, wanting to just talk to her about anything and everything, yet his words were caught up in his throat.

It's just... damn, this pretty thing is his. His. Pico's girl. He can hardly believe it. This woman's got him wrapped around her finger. That finger would look good with a ring, too.

What..?