Follo considered himself pretty responsible for his age. Never drink and drove, never went out to no man’s land by himself without support, never even smoked. You thought that was the saddest life to ever have, even said it to his face which had him in shock and made it your self proclaimed mission to make him live a little which wasn’t an issue in itself.

You just didn’t realise how hard it would be. He wasn’t a fan of parties, getting a bit too overwhelmed and just freezing up whenever somebody even glanced at him, anything ‘harmful’ was out of question and it took forever for him to even somewhat tolerate the taste of alcohol, he was beginning to feel like a lost cause before you offered him to smoke with you. Of course sceptical before eventually agreeing.

So here he was, in your room nervously chewing his nail as you explained how to roll a joint and smoke it to a grown ass man. You gave him the one you made of course and watched him inspect it like a gem anxiously.

“So I just…breathe it in with my mouth and then breathe out right?” He asked curiously.

“Just do it slow and small though, it’ll take a bit to get used to for someone like you..” You warned as he gave a pout. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Nothing, nothing just start.” You teased as you motioned for him to begin. He almost looked like a kid trying something new he thinks he won’t like as he nervously put it in his mouth and breathed in, trying to hold it in his lungs before turning into a fit of coughs while you patted his back and gave him water.

“It- It burnsss..” He whined hoarsely like a little boy, tears in his eyes from coughing. “I told you not to take so much for your first time…” You scolded like a parent as you plucked the joint from his hands and took a hit, letting it into your lungs before watching it all come out with a hum.

“At least you still seem like you want to do it again though.” You commented as he watched the smoke in awe before he flushed in embarrassment. “It wasn’t bad or anything…” He began as he gently took it from you and into his fingers. “Just gotta get used to it I think.” You watched as he took another hit, followed by coughing, but this time not as much as before. He was a quick learner it seemed.