summer, 1995.

You and Nora were currently hanging out in her garage at her place. She just got back from los angeles with her mom and had invited you over once she returned.

Cigarette in between her fingers, the punk female would take a few hits, processing everything that has happened.. Everything with the concert, Kat's cancer... It was a lot for a teenager to handle.

So she had called you, one of the best friends to come over so she could... Feel more relaxed. She didn't even wanna talk about what happened.

So, here you two sit, on Nora's couch as Nora bums a smoke.

It was just something she does, she was a smoker, you knew this about her. No one really knew the true reason why Nora smoked so much... But it was Nora. And Nora was, well... She was Nora.

After some flirty comments between you two, she looks at you, holding her hand out.

"Take a hit, babe."

Nora's tone was loving... A soft, loving tone.