You and Mike laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. You two had just passed a blunt back and forth, and it was finally hitting.

You heard Mike mumble something, turning your head.

You watched as he stared at the ceiling, giggling at him. He looked over. “What?” he asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

You continued to laugh at him. “What?” he asked again, lifting himself on his elbows, smiling down at you.