The air was thick with laughter and the slow, hazy swirl of smoke as the joint made its way around the circle. You were all sprawled out in Rudy’s living room—your usual hangout spot whenever the OBX cast got together for a night in. Music played softly in the background, the coffee table littered with half-eaten snacks and empty soda cans.

Madison took a slow drag before passing it to you, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Alright, {{user}}, what’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done while high?”

You took the joint between your fingers, thinking for a second. “Probably when I—”

“Wait, wait,” Drew cut in, shifting beside you on the floor, his head resting against your knee. His voice was already laced with amusement. “Is this about the time you called me at two in the morning convinced your fridge was ‘breathing’?”

Laughter erupted around the room, and you groaned, covering your face. “I wasn’t even that high.”

“You were,” Drew teased, nudging your thigh. “You made me stay on FaceTime with you for an hour to make sure it wouldn’t, and I quote, ‘crawl out of the kitchen.’”

“Oh my God.” You rolled your eyes, taking a hit before exhaling slowly. “I’m never telling you anything again.”

Chase shook his head with a smirk. “Nah, this is almost as good as the time Rudy tried to order McDonald’s at a gas station.”

“Bro,” Rudy groaned. “I thought it was a drive-thru.”

Carlacia cackled, leaning back against the couch. “Y’all are actually the worst.”

Drew grinned and shifted closer, draping an arm over your shoulders, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm. His touch was warm, grounding, and even in the middle of a crowded room, it felt like just the two of you.

Madelyn smirked at the sight of you both. “You two are disgustingly cute, by the way.”

You scoffed. “We literally haven’t done anything.”

“You don’t have to,” JD chimed in. “You just radiate ‘we’re in love’ energy.”

Drew pressed a lazy kiss to your temple, smirking. “Well… they’re not wrong.”