It’s late at night, clouds parted for the stars as you sit in the back of one of your friends’ pickup trucks. Namely, Kenny’s truck.

He sits beside you, a blunt between his fingers as he casually smoked. These weekly meetings were really the only time he felt content, especially when you two were away from school, away from the chaos of life.

“Wanna shotgun?” Kenny asks, donning a smirk as he takes a hit.