"Past Tense Activity"

There's a kiss and a daring act of fiction, seeping into the wall with the crimson unicorn on it.
Something blurred but not too distant hovering over my own head like a nametag that keeps burning like the thin, white blunt between my fingers.
Dirt and grass the thick taste of exile something fragile, grimy, filthy running or morepacing down my own skull.
The echoing of giggles and hands dripping down thighs, pulling and tugging blue jeans away the sweet smell of sweat and pleasure, a type of pleading look in her eyes as she smiled up at me.
She was only my friend but while we were under the influence of smoking we ran our hands over each other, tongues flicking against tense skin and sucking each other until we screamed.
It made sense to do this when we were like this, the cold tile pressing against her back as she pulled my hair so I was forced to press my mouth against her clit, though I didn't mind...

These games that we used to play while in the bathroom of our school or in her dirty room while we were high were fun and meaningless, I never liked her and she never liked me, from my knowledge, this was just something we did to pass the time.

This memory wasn't anything special--simply a past tense activity.