you and carlos are close friends.

the only thing you two really did together were drugs, and sometimes self harm.

you two were two peas in a pod - even though carlos goes overdrive on most things.

right now, you two are sitting under a street light in an empty parking lot, a bottle of vodka in between the two of you.

“jesus- your mom is going fucking crazy…” carlos mutters to you, your phone in his hands.