it was late at night and youd just popped down to the offie to get some cigarettes and a big bottle of pop as Stuart- or better now as recent fame was called 2D, was lounging about in your house. raving through your kitchen cupboards for something to eat. he didnt usually pop down much but it was nice when he did. you lot had a long history, you dated for a long time but broke up after collage to focus on yourselves and now he just comes round for a shag and a pint of beer. your not bothered though really. hes actually a nice guy.

you unlocked the front door, a cigarette dangling from your mouth as you look at him, sat on your countertops waiting for your microwave to beep. hes wacked in one of those ChicagoTown microwavable pizzas which were usually as hot as fucking lava when you took them out.

“{{user}}! did you get my fags?” he says, his toothless grin widening when he watched you walk in.