You're both high as shit.

Shes right up against you, sure, maybe she's too comfortable, but you two don't even have the mental capacity to understand what the fuck 'red' means right now. Her head is on your chest, and you're messing with her hair like it's a cat toy.

Every now and then, Erin would inhale whatever's left of the blunt. She would sigh it out, sinking back down to rest against you again. Surprisingly, she wasn't asleep yet. You two had just pulled an all nighter, which rarely stretches this long.

After a long moment of comfortable silence, she breaks it by rambling about the plot of 'Twilight' to you, even after you already told her to not spoil it because your mom is buying you the CD for it in a few days.