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// Chapter 1 
// Story: The Reggie Kush Story 
// by yourfanfictionnarrator 
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	A miniature bic lighter suspended in a dark purple aura floated in between his eyes. Taking a deep breath he spun the wheel against the flint and held down the button, the bright orange flame causing him to squint his sleep deprived eyes. He concentrated on another object. Upon bringing a 2 foot glass bubbler bong to his face he made a connection between the bowl and the flame. Inhaling deeply, his lungs began to expand as his throat felt a familiar burn. The bubbling came to a stop, and he pulled the glass bowl off of the bong. Taking one more deep breath he sucked up the remaining smoke, clearing the bong. He set it down and closed his eyes.
'Hold it...' He mentally motivated himself to hold in the massive hit as long as he could.
'Hold it...' He was running out of oxygen, his lungs and face starting to burn.
'That's it'
He exhaled, a large cloud of smoke rising into the air as he felt his stress and pain drift away, dissipating into the room.
"Ahhhh yeeeaaaah." He said. "Nothing like a nice wake and bake."
His legs extended, joints popping as he stood up. His hooves connected with the cold shag carpet. He hummed the tune to some heavy metal song that he couldn't remember as he clip-clopped to the bathroom. He looked in the direction of the mirror. Waiting for his eyes to adjust was comparable to waiting for a camera lens to focus. Soon his reflection came into view. He was a dark purple unicorn with fushia pink eyes, which currently were half lidded and red. His tail and mohawk of similar color. The gel in his hair had worn off overnight and left him with a serious case of morning mohawk. His hair was blood red with streaks of neon yellow and dark green roots. He raised his flank into the air and observed his tail in the mirror. His eyes drifted over his cutie mark. It was pretty simple, a standard weed leaf, which he had suprisingly always managed to pass off as a maple leaf. Really it was fate that his special talent was cannabis cultivation, his name wasn't Reggie Kush because of his cooking. He was a blank flank until his freshman year in highschool, when he smoked for the first time. He smiled fondly of the warm memory. He was so excited to tell everyone when it happened, but then again, he didn't want anyone to know how he got it or what it represented. At the time he decided it was best to cover his flank and leave the party until he could make something up. He settled for telling everyone that his cutie mark was a maple leaf and represented his sappy personality. He chuckled to himself.
"Sappy personality, yeah right. The only way it could more obvious would be to have a bong imprinted on my ass."
He enveloped his speakers in his aura and pressed the play button. The invasive yet soothing melody of italian opera entered his ears and he smiled. He switched on the sink, running the warm water over his hooves and bringing them up to his mane. His hooves didn't offer much dexterity, but at least now his mane was wet.
Using his magic he brought a round brush to his hair, and began twerling until the middle stuck straight up.
"Not bad Reg, not bad at all," He said to no one in particular.
He decided that his tail looked better frizzy and put down the brush. He did a final once over of himself in the mirror to make sure he looked good, and switched the light off.
He closed the door behind him and stepped back onto the shag carpet. He looked over at his bedroom door. It was a decent door. But 						Reggie is a lower middle class pony. He's just a frycook at some guys family resturaunt, and he's the only one there who isn't family. After all, he is the boss's pot dealer. But that still didn't make him the richest of 19 year olds. Point being, because he can't afford a better place to live, he shares a house with over 8 roommates, and my god they can be annoying. And right now, he was betting that someone was in his room.
He started quickening his pace until he was right at the door. He lowered his gaze to the door hole (basically a hole where a doorknob should be) and looked through.
His roommates Sugar Twist and Dizzy Twister were sitting on the floor pulling things out of his treasure chest... no one's supposed to go in his treasure chest!
Extending his forelegs he pushed the door open, causing the two invaders of privacy to jump back, their pupils visibly shrinking in fear.
"Hey! What the hell are you guys doin in here!" He yelled.
"We're sorry we're sorry we're sorry we're sorry-"
"Get the buck outta here!"
They immediately sprung to their hooves and began double timing it out the door, their eyes pointed at the floor the whole time.
Reggie walked over to his treasure chest. So much of his stuff was sprawled across his floor.
"Great, just great. " He leaned his head out the door. "Thanks for making a mess. You guys better hope I don't tell Sugarberry!"
He slammed the door shut and sighed. Almost instantly afterwards Dizzy Twister stuck her muzzle through the door hole.
"No, please don't tell Sugarberry! She told me she'd kick us out if she caught me snooping again!" She pleaded.
Reggie opened the door, forcefully pulling it off her muzzle, which earned a startled 'eep' from the purvy pegasus.
"How many times has she caught you snooping?" He asked.
"A lot."
"Why the hell do you go looking through peoples stuff anyway?!"
"I dunno?"
"And what about your sister?"
"She's never snooped before."
"Then why was she in my room?"
Dizzy opened her mouth to speak but stopped herself before she said anything.
"I can't tell you." She said.
He stared at her for a moment. He had this 'are you shitting me?' look on his face.	
"I'm sorry, I really can't tell you!" She said.
"Fine." He said, pushing her out of the way. "I'm going to Sugarberry-"
"NO! Please don't tell her!"
Her sister Sugar Twist was sitting in the corner of the hallway terrified.
"Then tell me why you two were in my room."
"I can't!"
He stopped in front of Sugarberry's door and raised a hoof into the air.
"PLEASE!"
He brought his hoof forward.
"Okay okay!"
Upon hearing this his hoof stopped dead in front of the door. Placing his hoof back on the ground he turned around to face her. 	Sugarberry was likely still asleep anyway.
Sugar Twist hadn't moved an inch.
"I'm listening." He said.
Dizzy's eyes darted all around the house. Shame was streaming from her face.
"We were trying to find your weed." She said.
He stared at her in shock.
"What the hell are you talking about, I don't smoke weed!" He said defensively.
"We know you do! Sugar Twist caught you!" She said.
"That's a lie!"
"I saw you smoking in the garage when you thought you were alone!"
The two immediately ceased their arguments and placed their eyes on the shy Sugar Twist.
"That's it I'm telling Sugarberry." He said.
"Then I'll tell her about you smoking!"
Reggie turned around to face her. It was obvious that comment had made him angry, for he was currently staring her down with a 'you better not' look.
"Sugarberry said it's against her rules to do drugs in the house." She said matter of fact-ly.
"It's not like you guys were looking for my stash so you could show it to her. You wanted to smoke it!"
The only thing that could be heard was constant arguing througout the entire house. Whilst meanwhile a certain somepony was trying to sleep. Even a heavy sleeper like her couldn't sleep through this.
Sugarberry's eyes opened.