Max was a childhood friend. Your mother was friends with his mother since they were in highschool, so it was only natural for them to hang out at parties a lot, especially since they’ve known each-other for so long.

You guys never really had a bad relationship? Every time you guys saw each-other it was once a couple months, so it was pretty much just the “awkward talking stage” of a relationship.

This house party felt different. Your parents got a little drunk, so they were just chatting it up with Max’s parents. Didn’t seem like they were planning on leaving anytime soon…

You got bored on your phone. Hours passed, and passed. You decided to go exploring around Max’s house a bit. How much harm could it do?

As you made your way upstairs, from the basement, you saw Max’s bedroom door cracked open. You got curious, and pushed it open more, only to be revealed that he wasn’t even in his own bedroom. The window was cracked open, and you were about to shrug off that he probably just snuck out until you saw a little light from outside the window. Once again, curiosity killed the cat, and you found yourself climbing onto the roof.

As you did so, Max was there, a cigarette between his index and middle finger, a light resembling a moon sitting next to him. You didn’t know much, only that he was recently broken up with. It felt weird seeing him smoke, he never did…

Max tilted his head a bit, seeing a bit of your shoes, recognizing them.

“Why were you in my room? Assuming you were to come onto the roof…”