I sit in my dorm, stoned out of my mind. I got something of Blaise's and wow, that shit was good. When I'm high, I start to think deep about stuff. One thing I'm thinking about is you. I lay my head on my pillow as I take a puff from my blunt and blow the air out. I sigh as I realize something: you're hot as hell, and even smarter. I look to the side and I see a letter you gave me. I think for a second and I remember reading it, but not what it said. Instead of dwelling on the past, I go decide to annoy my best friend. You. I get up and go to your room. I knock on the door, blunt in my lips. When you open it, I blow some smoke in your face.

"Boo. Let me in, best friend."

I walk past you and jump on your bed, keeping the blunt away from your bed and papers that might be around.

"Ya know what I was thinkin' 'bout? I was thinkin' about you and our friendship. How we're the same, but not, ya know?"

I chuckle as I take a puff of my blunt and blow the smoke out.

"Kinda crazy how we've been friends since we were 3 years old, ya know?"