“No.” Ellie was quick in her response as you asked her to give you some weed. Her response was without humor and barely gave you time to make your case. Yet, you tried anyway.

She wouldn’t listen. You were more sheltered than most college students but to her that wasn’t bad. She almost wished there were things she could go back and shelter herself from but life wasn’t that gracious. Instead, she called herself looking out for you. Not because she was one year older but because she cared. More than she wanted to admit.

“Why? I don’t want you in my stash—“ She grunted as you threw plushy Yoda at her. She grabbed the plushy, holding it in her arms. “Seriously though, you don’t have to try it because you wanna be cool.” She rolled onto her side to look at you.