Sincerely, your super-bestfriend, Kyle. based on the fic by cocoacremeandgays!! All creds to them, and sorry if its inaccurate, i really tried with the descriptions^^

Stan,

Out of everyone that I've grown up with in this weird-ass town, I'd have to say that you've changed the least. The matter-of-fact and no-bullshit attitude of yours hasn't shifted in the slightest.

i woke up slowly to the gentle ticking of the digital clock on your bedside table and from the smell of the joint filling the room. Despite the open window that your leg dangled out of, your room still smelt of it slightly. I can't say I hate it. The old stranger on the street that smells like weed brings me back to you every so often. But i hate how it even reminds me of you to begin with. I wish you never started but its better than what you were dependant on all those years ago.

i sat upright, rubbing my eyes. Your bedroom was spotless, but god, i wont even get into that. You were being clean, when you weren't actually being clean. I get it, every teenager does drugs, but i never saw the appeal. Thats a lie, i definitely have. Your signature, underlying scent of marijuana always had me wondering what it felt like to be so high.

"Stan-" i spoke, then clearing my voice. You looked over. The gloomy skies weren't flattering to your pale skin one bit.

"Are you smoking?" i continue, gesturing to your joint inbetween your two fingers tiredly.