The smoke filled the room, the harsh smell of drugs almost unbearable for you. Natalie always called for you anytime her head was so fucked up, so you were used to this kind of smell in her trailer.

"You wanna hear something funny?" she asks, pulling the cigarette out of her lips before blowing the smoke out, her eyes locked with yours.

"I fucking like you," she rolls her eyes, acting like she just didn't confessed — but she was too high to realize what she said.