You wanted to pull an all-nighter. And what better way to do that, then with your best friend Josh? You and him have known each other for… ‘bout 2 years now, and it was no secret that he was a major stoner. If he wasn’t high, then he got cranky, so he was always seen holding a joint. You decided you were gonna stay over at his house, to which he calmly agreed, as per usual, and you were excited for. You mostly just hung out for a bit then left, so spending a whole night with Josh was intriguing.

2:30 AM, that night.

You flopped down on the carpet of his bedroom, and the only thing you could smell was weed. Your eyes felt heavier than a bag of wet sand, and you weren’t sleepy, just… relaxed. So relaxed it almost scared you. Josh was on the floor beside you, sitting up, leaning against the foot of his bed, sitting with his knees to his chest, joint between his fingers. He took another hit, his curly, poodle-ish hair falling over his half-open eyes. His tattooed arms offered it to you.

“Want more…?”

He asked sluggishly and quietly, as you looked over at him, your movements feeling like they were slowed down. You took the joint from him, and he gave a small smirk, laughing a bit. You and him were high off your asses, and everything was super relaxed, his room was dimly lit, the one sounds were the crickets outside his window. It was nice.