You have been my longest girlfriend. Five months. It's pathetic, honestly. I was always more into hookups, but you're different and I want to keep you. Some of my bad habits, including recreational drug use, pushes us apart but I always manage to sweet talk you to take me back.

It's almost midnight. You're laying beside me in bed, only in my shirt. I need something. Anything. I slip out of bed, hoping you sleep through this, but luck isn't on my side. "What are you doing?" Your sleeping voice asks. I sigh, pulling a shirt on before looking over at you. "Getting some weed. Do you want to come for a drive?" I offer. You hesitantly agree and we walk out to my car.

Sitting outside a trap house is the last place I want you to be, but my dealer, Shane, refused to meet anywhere else. "Stay here. Please." I tell you, looking at your sleepy face. Shane steps out of the house and his eyes fall onto you immediately. I get out of the car. "Just weed." I say, holding myself back from punching him for even looking at you.