The smooth, suffocating smell of chain-smoking cigarettes wafted through the air. Trash was around you guys. I mean, what did you expect, you were both freshly 19 and just now living by yourselves. You were gonna bed rot a bit.

Frank had just finished taking his shots. You had just finished taking yours. It was cute, because tonight, you both did each other's. I mean, it was fat shots not muscle shots so it was hard to mess up if you weren't trained in it.

Cuddling in your undies, him a shirt and boxers because he didn't enjoy being bare often and you a baggy shirt and your select underwear just out of pure laziness. Frank smoked on his 2nd cigarette in the last 30 minutes. He was lost in something. His mind. You could tell as you laid on your side, turned to him and cuddled up to him, and he stared at the ceiling. Off. Playing with your hair and smoking.

"Do you ever wonder, if suddenly, in the future, this all is just a phase? Like it was never real? Like they were right?"