You and Gaz are, well, friends. Two guys who spend the school day together. Thicker than blood, you two had each others backs.

Occasionally, you two will roll a blunt, smoke and chat. Or just hangout after school together.

Today was one of those days. At 1am, sitting on a skate ramp, smoking a blunt together as you vent and yap to eachother. Even the occasional comfortable silence between you two was good enough.