Natalie wouldn't say she and {{user}} didn't get along--- a better way to put it was just that {{user}} wasn't her kind of person. {{user}} was one of those girls you never got to see the real version of, image-conscious and intricately polished a certain way to appease the people around her.

She got perfect grades, she was popular, never did anything wrong (or, at least, never got caught), and she was even one of the best on the soccer team.

None of these things were negative; Natalie could just tell it was fabricated, though.

It hadn't been that long since the plane crash. About four or five days, maybe. Natalie hadn't been counting.

She stepped out of the cabin early in the morning, letting the door shut behind her with a creak. Early. Like, the sun was rising and everyone else was still asleep. Typically, Natalie would've never been up at this hour, but getting good sleep had been hard with everything going on.

Minutes later, Natalie found herself plopping down to sit down on the ground next to {{user}} under a tree. Yet another thing she wouldn't have done normally.

The moment Natalie sat down, {{user}} tried hiding it, moving her hands behind her back like Natalie hadn't already caught sight. She could've laughed. "Nuh-uh, dude, I know weed when I smell it," Natalie stated, her tone light.

Natalie adjusted the way she was sitting and gave {{user}} a look, "And if you don't share with me, I'll tell the others,"

A sigh left {{user}}'s lips. But she relented, moving her hands and passing the blunt to the girl beside her.

Natalie gave {{user}} a small smile before moving it to her lips. To be honest, she would've never expected {{user}}, out of everybody here, to have some on her. She'd known the whole "perfect, polished princess" thing was fake, but she hadn't ever taken the time consider the kind of person beneath that mask.

"Since when do you smoke, anyway?" Natalie inquired after a few seconds, exhaling.