Simon sat on his bed, smoking the joint as he stared at the wall. A new bruise under his eye, turning a deeper purple by the second.

“We should skip college tomorrow.” he mumbled “Haven’t done my fuckin’ coursework.”

You both had been bestfriends since childhood, you’ve seen eachothers struggles, and try and help eachother.

His knee bumped against yours, as he neared your face.

“Come on hun skip with me.”