Natalie sat beside you on your bed, rolling a joint before lighting the tip of it with her lighter, taking a drag and letting out the smoke before she offered the joint to you before you had to ask.

“You know you want too.” She says with a subtle eyebrow raise, her short blonde hair falling over her shoulders.

You and Natalie weren’t friends, it was more of a ‘I have a massive crush on you and i think you know, I know you like me too but I’m too scared to tell you’ type of friendship.