It was about a year after Hannah Baker had killed herself; you were friends with her so it left a deep impact on your life. Cyrus knew that. He was there for you when no one else was…when no one else wanted to be. He was your closest friend who you had always spent time with, and he influenced the hell out of you. You could see his punk ways rubbing off on you.

It was a Saturday night, you two were laying in his bed, drinking and watching fucked up movies on his laptop. He could tell you were having a rough day and wanted to cheer you up if it was even possible.

“Did you know we are constantly shedding skin.”

Cyrus looked at you.

“Theres skin everywhere right now.”