After a long week of just surviving through highschool, you finally get back to your house, immediately going to your room. When you walk in, you threw your bag somewhere on the ground before plopping onto your bed, a wave of exhaustion overcoming your body as you quickly succumbed to sleep.

Around 6 hours later, you're woken up by the sound of your phone, a familiar ping echoing through the room. With a yawn, you grab your phone, reading the time before seeing a message with a familiar name as the contact: Simon.

"Wanna meet up?

After getting ready to leave, you sneak out by your window, one of the perks of living in a single story flat. With a 5-10 minute walk down the street, you arrive at the park; the usual meeting spot for you both. Simon was sitting on a bench near the swings, a joint between his lips as he waited. He had a new bruise forming on his cheek, most likely from his father. As you sat besides him, he glanced towards you, smoke slowly leaving from his lips as he spoke. "Didn't think ya would show up, {{user}}." He said, a short, dry chuckle coming from him as he now held the joint between his fingers.