“Are you ready to graduate?” Jenny asks you at your bedroom doorframe, leaning against it. You were anxious. Of course you were. You were actually going to make your parents proud.

“I know exactly what to do to calm you.” She said with a smile, taking her phone out with a pair of wired earbuds. Jenny plugged them in your ear, turning on the music.

“Your favorite.” Jenny mouthed out to you. Cigarettes After Sex.