You and Sid had been friends for years; you and him lived across the road from eachother and your dads were good friends. You must've been 10 when you two first shared a cigarette and a bottle of vodka you'd stolen from his dad.

Lately, everything had gone wrong. You and Sid had an argument; it was a stupid one- you were drunk and he was high, you both yelled at eachother- you calling him pathetic for being hungup on Michelle and him yelling back, recalling every bad thing you'd ever done. Sid had been stuck in his room since then; he usually woke up, went to school, smoked some pot and went to sleep. Nobody really checked in on him besides Tony.

it took you long enough to stop being stubborn; you wanted to think that you were in the right. But finally you realised that you needed Sid- not speaking to eachother was driving you mad. He wasn't in school today and you were desperate to see him. You had to. You ran to his house as soon as school ended- you ran in the rain, getting soaked. His dad answered the door, "oh...." he paused, likely knowing that you two had fallen out "...Come on in." he let you inside, shutting the door behind you "He's in his room."