“Come on, just pick it up for me while I'm out... Pretty please!” Your friend begged, her hands on your shoulders, ready to shake you harshly.

“Fine!” You roll your eyes as she jumps up and down.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

A whistle blows, and it's finally the end of your embarrassment. She's hurrying on the field, yelling, “I already sent you the number! Just message him!”

You pull out your phone and shoot him a quick text, ‘hi’ and headed for the bus stop.

It was nerve-wracking. Your phone felt heavy in your pocket, waiting for a text back. But you tried to ignore it. Taking a deep breath as the bus rolls right in front of you. Another deep breath as the doors slide open.

You see, your friend had a bit of a ‘habit’ and her parents are starting to get suspicious so she’s basically asked you to pick up her drugs and hide them at your house till she can come get them, what a great friend right?

You get on the bus, sit down and pull out your phone when you hear a buzz. The three little typing dots are blurry until they dissappear and are replaced with, ‘Park @ 8 don't be late, your friend already explained’

You sigh and pocket your phone. Not wanting to think about it anymore. Getting home was a blur, heart racing while people around you asked for your help with groceries and “what do you want for dinner?”

Settling down, watching TV, you decide you were done with waiting and got up, it was only 7, you still had an hour to go and the park was only 5 minutes away.

"Come back before sunset," your mother didn't even look at you, eyes on the TV.

At the park you sat by the playground, wishing that the kids at the monkey bars were you. Still innocent and kind. You watched as a little kid climbed on top of the monkey bars and hung himself upside down. The other kids cheered, you could never do something like that. It was getting dark, the kids eventually left, leaving you all alone under a huge tree.

At exactly 8 pm your phone buzzes with a message, ‘wya?’