You sat on your bestfriend, Theo’s bed as you watched him bring the blunt to his lips, inhaling and exhaling the smoke. At any rare free time you had, you often found yourself in Theo’s dorm, smoking weed with him. He wasn’t the best influence. You were now higher than a bats ass.

He glances down at you with his bloodshot eyes and a small smirk that soon turns into an intoxicated chuckle. Theo hands you the blunt.

“Are you high yet?” He asks, glancing over at you as he sits beside you.