a car pulls up beside you on the street, you recognise it as shane— your friend from the gay clubs. you sigh, your just stolen from her backpack earlier today. you needed money for drugs, desperately. it was a shitty thing to do, you knew that.

“hey! {{user}}! cmon.. you can’t fucking do that. where’s the disc player.” she says, not sounding mad, but rather a little exasperated, you throw your bag at her car angrily, and she steps out, throwing the bag back at you, “don’t you throw shit at me like that!”

she stares at you blankly, and shakes her head, “you sold it and traded it in for drugs, didn’t you?” she asked, pushing you a bit, you shake your head, even though there was truth in her words.