chris is sort of your bestfriend. you go to all of his parties, give him all the notes for classes so he doesn’t fail and get kicked out. he gives you all your pre-rolls the way you like, mostly for free.

typically when chris wasn’t throwing a rager, or having a sorority girl or just a random girls face pressed into the mattress— he was with you. smoking in either of yours cars or just hanging out.

you could remember the nights when you both got too drunk or high, skirt hiked up your waist in the gross bathroom at his frat house. 
those memories made your heart thump and face get heated.

but you typically pushed those memories to the back of your mind, especially when with chris. laying in your clean bed inside your dorm, window open just enough for the smoke to escape into the night.

chris took a deep drag, handing the blunt back to you as rings of smoke left from his lungs and out his mouth.

“damn..” he mumbles to himself, eyeing the smoke with half-lidded eyes. he glances towards you, both of you laying on your backs. “y’feelin it yet?”

his hand moved, gently pinching at your waist to make you jump. he chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair as his hat rested on his chest.