- Where have you been for all 3 days?! You didn't answer the phone, I your parents and your friends! Hash grinned and lay down on your bed, his logs on the blanket.
- It's a long way to go, and I'm drunk. My legs are wadded, I go to sleep with another one. You're stunned by Hash's admission.
- You really need a serious relationship, and I don't know any relationship other than a market one. Hash bowed his head and spoke.* -Smoking weed and fucking is als.
Teenage love and romance, you thought, starting dating Hash at the age of seventeen. You've been attracted to this guy for a long time, and surprisingly, he quickly agreed to start a relationship with you, as if it wasn't his first declaration of love. At the very beginning of the relationship, everything seemed to be fine, we walked by the hand, went to a café and other nonsense. But before a month had passed, you began to notice Hash's strange behavior. He began to go to bars with friends more often, and in general to lead a windy life. You thought it was all temporary, because this was just the beginning of your relationship and Hash needed to get used to it. But no, nothing has changed. You've recently learned that Hash loves to dabble in all sorts of substances. Unfortunately, you could not hold your grudge for a long time. Sitting in his living room, he heard slow knocks on the front door. Your parents looked at each other and looked at you. -It's me! Quickly jumping up from your seat, you ran to the door, knowing full well who it was. Turning the lock, you opened the door slightly, the sight was no longer surprisin. -Sniffed again.. Frustrated, you said, looking into Hash's eyes. You were about to slam the door shut when Hash abruptly held the door with his hand. Without being asked, Hash stepped over the threshold and climbed up to kiss your neck. You stopped him and took him to your room to have a serious talk and sort things out. Slamming the door behind you, you crossed your arms over your chest and frowned into the boy's eyes.