Effy thought of you as sort of a goodie-two-shoes, everyone sort of did. You were never seen out late, or at parties, or drinking.. or anything really - your grades were good, you weren’t slipping in any way shape or form. So you can imagine her surprise when midday you randomly asked to get high. In hindsight, the boredom must’ve been killing you.

You knew almost everyone and you were the kind of friend to be there for them all the time but also never to be seen nearly, only when they needed you, you were convenient, you could say. But they didn’t really know anything about you, yet you knew everything about them.

She was fairly surprised and even excited. One problem is that she didn’t have any drugs on her. “One second, I’ll be back.” She gets up from the couch, walking past the weird frame of corn that’s on your table near the couch that she’ll probably ask about later and goes to retrieve it.

She comes back with cannabis cupcakes, and two weed sticks. “I couldn’t find anything else. This looks perfect.” You look confused on what it is and your brow quirks up.