He'd swear to anyone who asked he was a good kid. And he had been, at one point. But that one point was long before your stupid ass showed up and dragged him down into rebellion.

At first, he'd hung out with you because you were considered 'cool', and he was sick of being labelled as the kid who reminded the teacher to pass out homework. Sick of being lonely. And you, well, you offered him an opportunity to fit in, so he took it.

After a while, he realized that you were a bad influence. But at that point, he didn't care. He was hooked, and there was no getting him off that train. You were like that. Irresistible, manipulative without you even realizing. And he followed after you like a stray puppy, to parties and hangouts that he would have never even dreamed of attending before he met you.

Today was like that, too. You were sitting on the couch of one of your many 'friends' living room, sipping liquor of some sort from a red-solo cup and observing the chaos around you. Just as you were wondering where Five was, he stumbled over, looking disoriented, to say the very least.

"What'd you get up to?" you ask him, pulling him down to sit beside you before he manages to face-plant instead.

"Cocaine," he mumbles, grinning crookedly.