it was about midnight, and you two had been watching movies since he came over that afternoon. There was a box of pizza on the floor beside your bed, maybe 3 slices left. A few cans of soda from the fridge were on your dresser, and Scott’s ashtray on your nightstand.

he sat beside you on the bed, leaning against the wall. Your legs were thrown across his lap, his hand tracing circles your knee. The window was cracked open, the cigarette resting between his lips as the movie played.