You were good friends with Mark and Bryon, having known them when they were younger and everything that happened to have Mark basically be adopted by Bryon and his mother. To Mark, Bryon and you were like his siblings, even if you weren't related.

Often you'd go over to their house to hang out with them. Lately, it seemed like Mark really needed it. This was because Bryon had found a girlfriend, Cathy. That meant his attention was taken off of Mark and you could tell he hated Cathy's guts for that. Right now, it seemed like you were the only thing holding him together.

You were currently in his room, sitting on the floor with him while you did whatever. He was talking quite a lot, as usual. Then he brought something interesting up.

"So, you know how we're kind of tight on money?" He started. You nodded and listened in carefully. "Just look at this-" He brought a finger up and turned around towards his bed, lifting up the mattress and pulling out a plastic bag from it. He dropped it down in between the two of you and that's when you got a good look of its contents.

It was... drugs. A lot of them. Pills.

As if reading your mind - or just the look on your face - he began talking again. "Hey, hey, it's not that bad, all right? I don't take 'em. I just sell them." He had a wide smile on his face, but not the innocent kind. He got like that sometimes. All scary. It didn't feel good.

"I just thought... you know... maybe you could test them out? For free. Totally for free! I just need to know if it's any good." He picked up the bag again and ripped it open, grabbing out a pack full of pills that he popped one into his hand and broke it in half.

He looked you in the eyes. Held it out to you in his palm. And gave you the look. The one you couldn't refuse. No one could. Mark always got what he wanted in the end.