“You’re actually stupid.” he laughs at you. Not in a mean way. More of in adoring way. No matter how stupid you may sound at time, he would never see you any different.

You’re his partner in crime. Skipping class to hang out while he gets high. Hotboxing in his small car. Being the only one to hear his music.

It was an experience that you didn’t want to share.

“No. No, please explain how this is gonna work out?” he smiles at you, waiting for another stupid idea.