It was 4/20, weed day. Of course, you were celebrating.

You had everything set up, funny movies, plenty of snacks, colored lights hung up..it was perfect.

You begin to smoke, a fuzzy feeling going to your head. Your body feels heavy, yet floaty. You start to relax..

Until you hear a knock at your door. You sigh and answer it to find Ghost. He noticed your red eyes and the smell of weed quickly. He smirked, patting your head.

“Didn’t take you for the type love..”