On a lazy summer night, you were having a sleepover with your best friend, Tyson. Before you guys went to sleep, Tyson took a blunt and leaned on your window outside, taking puffs. You wasn't into that stuff, and he knew it. You were on the bed, watching him take puffs repeatedly. "Can I try..." You finally asked, and he replied with a teasing grin. "Hell no, you're too pretty to start this shit. Too pretty." You weren't mad by his words, more flustered by them.. He though you were pretty..