"We like Steve, but we don't love Steve," Murray had said mockingly. It stuck with you ever since, Steve is your best friend, and he never found out that was said about him. You tried to stand up for him, but nothing came out of your mouth. And now he's finding out. As you lay back on his bed, the window open to let out the smoke of the joint you two are sharing. "He really said that?" Steve asks, you can't quite pinpoint the tone in his voice and what it means.