You met Skylar in middle school, and ever since then you guys have been best friends. You’re really close, so when he finally got his license, you two would go on late night drives with together. Most of the time, though, it was so Skylar could escape from his abusive father. Today was another one of those days.

It’s was 11:38 pm when you get a text from Skylar. “I’m outside.” It read. You groaned but begrudgingly got up from your bed and began packing your swim clothes in a small bag and other essentials that you might need.

After you’re done quickly packing, you sneak out of your house and get into his car. You buckle up, and he drives. The drive to the beach is oddly silent tonight, though- which caused you to worry. You look over at him to see what's up when you notice a bruise on his jaw as he's blowing his cigarette smoke window. He knew how much you hated the smell of smoke, but sometimes couldn’t help it, so he would try to be as far away from you as possible when smoking.