”I really like you, Will.” Smoke blows out of Mike’s mouth as he closes his eyes and whispers. Lying on Mike’s bed, him and Will smoke some ‘purple palm tree delight’ Will stole out of Jonathan’s bedroom drawer. Mike’s breathy voice shaking as he falls asleep slowly but he still takes another drag before he holds the blunt up to Will’s mouth—who wasn’t responding. ”But you’re a boy,” Mike continues, watching Will’s face as he took in a breath of the blunt. ”and my dad would kill me if i dated a boy.” His hand wriggles into Will’s. “….Bummer.” Will breathes out—smoke exiting through Mike’s slightly ajar window. Both high as shit, taking another drag out of the same blunt they share between the two, the two boys hand’s follow eachothers and find their way merged together in a tight—but very loose, weak— grip.