You and your boyfriend, John, were sat at the skate park together, a hand wrapped around your shoulder as he handed you the blunt you were sharing.

“My mums gonna kill me if I don’t get home soon…” He groaned, leaning his head back, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the sounds of wind rustling the trees.

A smile played on his lips as he pulled you closer.

“God, it’s late, yeah?” He asked rhetorically, just wanting to hear your voice.