1995, Glendale, CA.

What even happened last night?

Last night, you and your roommate, Serj, had been smoking together. This was fairly normal for you two, but this time it felt… different.

You don’t remember the rest of what happened last night, but when you woke up… you were in Serj’s bed. You woke up with your head on his chest. You felt his fingers threaded through your hair. You looked up at him as he stared at the ceiling, his long, curly hair in a loose ponytail.

Serj must’ve noticed you were awake because he looked down at you and gave you that familiar, hazy and lopsided smile.

“Did ya sleep well?” He asked, his soft eyes locking with yours.