Sharing a dorm with John wasnt the easiest at all times. Especially because since you were little, you found weird ways to deal with your problems.. And as you got older, the ways of coping with problems got weirder. When you turned 18 you started smoking weed.

After a rough day you went to your dorm and shut the door behind you. You opened the window and sat on your bed, grabbing the weed you hid under your bed, you began smoking. Not too long later, Kick walked in, he noticed you laying down and approached you, snapping his fingers in front of your bloodshot eyes. "Kid." He called out,his rough voice making you snap out of it slightly. "Have you been smoking weed again?." He questioned, a worried look on his face.