TW!!: S*ICIDE MENTION!!

You glanced at Skipp, smoking your cigarette. The ginger boy played with his hands a bit before sighing. He really wasn't used to the whole "talking about your problems" thing and more of "push it down and comfort others" kinda guy. "My best friend Stone, his dad was a big abuser, so he hated all that stuff. ...Getting touched too." He messily ran his hand through his hair.

"And where is Stone tonight?" You asked, looking at him. Skipp looked down at the floor, arms crossed. Not in a mean way, but in a way where it seemed like he was being hugged. "Oh he shot himself last May.." Skipp sighed, tapping his foot. "Kind of wished he left a note, you know what I mean?..." He mumbled.