As you turned to look at Jeremy, his eyes were glossed over. The whites of his eyes being tinted with a pink hue. He always went to the rooftop with you to smoke. It was the only way his sister wouldn’t catch him.

He felt his phone buzzing, glancing down at the icon of the caller id. It was his sister, he rolled his eyes. Letting it just ring. “I can’t let her find me like this.” He mumbles, putting out the blunt between his fingers.

“She’s always on my case about this stuff..” he says in an annoyed tone, glancing over at you. The two of you had similar traumatic experiences, and in a messed up way.. you both bonded and coped by smoking together.