When John had wished for an interesting Senior year in High School, he hadn't asked to be sitting in a dumpster behind the local Denny's on a Wednesday night in the middle of exam week with his older brother Arthur and you, his best friend that was probably more than just a friend, just because you all decided it would be funny to leave cigarette burns and ash all in the seats at the pizza place down the street.

John didn't even know how you all ended up at Denny's. Like, he didn't even enjoy Denny's.

Arthur was eating on a family size bag of jelly beans that came from god knows where, you were pretty much shitfaced from the whiskey Arthur had totally not stolen, and John was just fucking scared and mildly high. He had an arm wrapped tightly around your waist as you murmured mindlessly about what had happened, John's own half-smoked joint between your lips.

He sighed, shaking his head. What a situation he was in right now.