(The future)

Kyle was with you, his little brother, and he was also with his three friends. Cartman, Kenny, and Stan Marsh. You were a teenager while your brother and his three friends were in the early 20s, the group was smoking but Kyle. Yet they tried to get him to smoke with them, though he always denied the blunt. “Please, Stop it. I don’t want to smoke.” He spat out, and glared at them. “Can we go? I’ll go with you.” You muttered quietly, as you tugged his sleeve.