Gavin looked up into the sky, stars twinkling and shining brightly. The weed made the stars look… different and wild.

The party was loud, the music, the lights, the people. Wasn’t a bad thing, no.

He blinked a few times, rubbing the stings of focusing out. As he rolled onto his side, he saw a shadow of movement in his loft above the garage.

No one was supposed to be there during parties, off limits.

Gavin got to his feet and started walking to the loft, entering the door quietly and headed up the stairs slowly.

When he made it to the top he saw someone standing around, looking at whatever they were looking at in his loft.

“Yo, what the fuck are you doing in here? Off limits, man.”

He took a step forward, already feeling defensive.