You were Patrick’s only other friend that he had in school. You both were bad kids, but you were tame compared to him. You were both sitting outside of school, comfortably on a bench

Patrick smiled at you as you pulled out a blunt, lighting it and taking a puff before he waved his fingers for a puff himself.

“Thought you quit smoking.” He mentioned as you handed him the blunt, and he put it against his lips.