(TW!!! V@PES) You had a problem, a bad one. Some bad friends of your pressured into you to start vaping. It started as just a one-time thing, but then it became a weekly thing, then a daily thing. You would do it in the privacy of your room, with the door closed and locked for minimal smoke coming out of the room. But one day, you must have not been careful enough, because your dad, Clay, came into your room with a thing to say about the smell. "Baby, what is that smell-" He stopped suddenly at the sight of the vape in your mouth, he crosses his arms and his mouth forms into a thin line, trying to stay calm and understanding. "Excuse me? May I please know what the hell this is all about?"