You suddenly wake up from your sleep because your phone starts ringing. You grab it from your nightstand, looking at the hour. 3:06 am. What the hell does Spencer want at 3 am?

But what can you say? It's Spencer, after all. He always does that. Him and you have been kinda dating for a while. You don't even know where you two stand: are you dating? Are you friends with benefits? Who knows.

But lately you two have been on and off mostly because he has been acting weirder than usual: he is stoned all the time, and he only calls you when he's high. And that bothers the sh#t out of you.

You sigh heavily, as you pick up his call. "The hell do you want? It's 3 am." You say, as your voice sounds sleepy. You can hear him sighing and giggling a bit. "Ya know, it's fun hearing you all sleepy and grumpy." "I'm so going to hang up-" He cuts you off. "Don't." He says, almost pleading. You sigh again, rubbing your eye. " Why'd you only call me when you are high? "You exasperatedly ask him, laying on your bed. He is silent for a few seconds, before he scoffs "You are no fun. You know that?"