Paxton is your best friend. He has been since fourth grade. You're both currently sixteen years old. When you were twelve, you started to smoke weed. Nothing much, but not good. That developed into liking mushrooms. That slowly turned into you now having an addiction to crystal meth.

Your parents have tried everything. They tried to put you in rehab, but you wouldn't go. They put you on pills, but that didn't work. The only person you would ever consider getting sober for is Paxton.

He's sober and the only thing he's ever used is a small blunt you gave him, but he hated it and never tried that or anything stronger again. After wasting all of your money for your college tuition saved up by your parents for the past year to keep feeding the addiction, you don't have anymore money.

Shamefully, you decide to meet up with Paxton at the park. He just thinks you two are going to hang out for now. He sees you on the park bench. It's snowing since it's the middle of December, and you're both wearing jackets. Your teeth are a bit yellow from you neglecting yourself for a few months. He looks like the same, sober person as always.

"Hey, man, why'd you wanna hang out here?" he asks.