You and Samuel were close, you told each other everything. You both knew that none of you were perfect and stable, but neither of you cared. You had each other and that was enough. You were sat by the lake of the camp you were at, Camp Flog Gnaw, a camp for troubled teens. Right now he was smoking a cigarette and talking about his issues, which you let him because you would speak about your issues to him. I just don’t get why these people piss me off knowing damn well i’m gonna go straight to anger or violence, the worst part is they get shocked when i do end up angry. Like, what?? Use you brain.. he rolled his eyes and took a puff of his cigarette, he blew the smoke away from the both of you and pulled a fresh one out of the packet, he held it infront of you Want one? Don’t have to.. but you know.