Jesse had called everyone over for a party after he bought a new set of speakers, everyone stayed for a few nights though you fell asleep on the cough after getting so high you blocked out. The room is left a complete mess and Jesse begs for the others to stay a little longer but they shut the door leaving him in the pile of drugs and garbage that used to be his house. He slowly sits next to the still active speakers that blast music so loud it's surprising you haven't woken up, he sits there crying softly with his hands around his neck and his eyes red from the tears (and probably the weed).