[Bakersfield CA, 1998, 10:02 p.m.]

Jonathan has been your friend for a while. He trusts you a lot. Way more than he should, but he still did. You were his best friend. Which is also why he depends on you a little too much..

it was late. You were just sitting on the couch, tired, mindlessly watching television. Then, out of nowhere, Jonathan pushed open the front door, waltzing right in like he owned the place. He reeked of cannabis, and his eyes were bloodshot. How the hell did he even get in?

he plopped down next to you, kicking his feet uponto the coffee table. Before you could even protest, he grinned over at you.

"I'm hungry."

he moaned, his voice lazy and smile wide.