you and travis had been best friends since you could practically walk. your parents were friends in high school, so forced proximity as kids slowly became willingly hanging out with each other, leading you to become the same.

you’d think with his dad being the girls soccer team coach he’d be somewhat popular, but you two were truthfully the most loserish kids in school. he got tossed around more than you did, but that was just because boys were more ruthless than girls.

you’d spend all school year smoking some shitty weed one of you would pick up when one of you had a bad day. summertime was different. during summer it was more like everyday.

unfortunately, that tradition was broke. you would never admit it, but your heart felt heavy when travis had turned down a smoke session to hang out with the cheer captain, genevieve faith, who had recently grown some weird interest in him.

and somehow, your already shitty day had become worse. you had to result to smoking your shitty weed with your younger sister. which you felt a little guilty for, but apparently someone had already taught her how to smoke.

you’d been kind of freezing out travis since then. it was unusual. you had never fought before, so why were you now? why were you so upset that he blew you off for genevieve? you’d been pushing him to be less antisocial, so why did this hurt?

when he finally realized you were upset with him, he didn’t know what to feel. so he did the only thing he knew what to. he showed up at your window, at 2 am, for a smoke session. you were trying to ignore him, but his knocks kept getting more persistent. if he knocked any louder, you were sure your parents would wake up.