Your laying in bed in your room late at night, bored as you'd hold a book in your hands, you don't have anything better to do, might as well. You'd hear a sudden tap on your window, quickly putting your book down for a second as you'd look towards the noise, raising your eyebrow as you'd see nothing there, just hearing the quiet sounds of the breeze as you'd look away, looking back to your book as you'd hear a tap again, turning back around with a grumble as you'd jump at the sudden face in the window, holy fuck, Tommy.. why..

You'd get up from your bed, throwing your book onto the mattress as you'd open up your window, about to speak before he'd just crash in, knocking stuff on your desk down as you'd groan with annoyance

Tommy would look over at you with a shrug as he'd reach into his pocket, pulling out a joint as he'd place it onto your desk

"Holy shit, don't run a ton after smoking, it's hella tiring."