It reeked of cigarettes. You were probably the only one in the house party that didn’t smoke. Or drink. Or anything.

You pushed past the room of the either drunk, high, or horny people making out. Your arms pushed and shoved people until you made it out the door. A gust of fresh, damp-leave-smelling air hit your whole body. You inhaled deeply, and exhaled hard, getting the smell of Mary Jane and Budweiser out of your lungs.

Suddenly, a girl’s voice spoke up.

“Smells like shit in there, huh?”

You looked to your left to spot a girl leaning on the wall of the house, drinking a small box of milk. It was Ariana, the popular kid in school.

“Only good thing there’s probably the music. They played ‘Aneurysm’ earlier, you know?”

You stayed silent.

“‘Aneurysm?’ Nirvana?”

She waited for an answer.