You were at Frank's place, passing a bong between you two. He was your current 'thing'. Your parents, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, they all hated him. But you didn't care. You liked how you two connected.

People told you he was there for two things. Ass and grass. You didn't care. Yet again. Even as he grabbed your waist in the middle of your hit and rested his face in your neck.

You coughed slightly. Pros couldn't handle every rip that came their way. You set it down on the coffee table in front of you. As your eyes started blurring and thoughts became foggy.

"You smell like a forest..." He mumbled against your neck.