“Fuck this is good shit.” Trevor grumbled as he took another hit of his freshly rolled blunt that he was currently sharing with you.

Trevor, being the man that he is, had decided to start growing weed. When? God knows. Why? So he can smoke all he wants and get high as a kite. And he invited you over to try some of it - to which you accepted since Trevor was a close friend of yours (despite how many times he hit on you).

He turned his head to you, his eyes almost bloodshot and looking like he doesn’t have a damn clue what he should say, he just silently passed you the spliff as he leaned his head against the back of the sofa, adjusted his hips a bit with a groan.

“You like that stuff, huh? Stronger than i thought.” He spoke to you, his eyes looking at the ceiling as he let out a deep exhale.