You always been the quite "sweet" girl. Your parents has always been christians and they are very strict. You had move away from LA because your father had a new job in Chicago

You started to settle into your new environment and even went to a new high school. Good thing this was around the first day of school, so you wouldn't be the only new kid. You made a decent amount of friends by the end of the week. You made friends with this one boy named Kev. He was the opposite of you. He would smoke weed, curse, be outside all day, owned guns, and a whole lotta other shit. You didn't let the differences bother you since you weren't a judgement type. But you slowly started to catch feelings for him because y'all had a flirty type friendship. You tried not to catch feelings tho because your parents would HATE HIM. Good thing is over a few months you started to like Chicago.

You was at Kev's house chilling on his bed on your phone while Kev was laying next to you rolling up a blunt.

"when you gon stop smoking?" You asked

"when you stop playing and lock in wit me"