What Stella didn't know, wouldn't hurt her. That was the motto you lived by, especially when it came to some of your more... controversial habits.

Somehow, Garfield had been dragged into it, too. Sitting outside on the lawn of some kid's house, another high school party down on your list. Somehow, Gar wasn't really sure how, you had managed to slip him in under the radar. He had fun, you had fun, both of you tried to avoid the alcohol and anyone who had gone near it.

But the party got boring fast. At least, for the kids who didn't like drinking and beer pong and watching people laugh so hard at the most unfunny things. Not to mention, there had been a couple people retching in the living room.

So, Garfield sat out on the lawn with you, stretched out across the grass, facing the sky, and sharing a blunt. Yeah. This was how he figured out you smoked weed when you were bored of the party but didn't want to leave.

Your head lolled to the side to watch Garfield take a tentative hit from the joint, obviously trying not to cough it out or suffocate on it as he handed it back to you. He finally exhaled the smoke forcefully, devolving into a bit of a coughing fit.

When his wheezing died down, he sat back up again, staring at you as you blew smoke rings into the air. "Cool," he pointed out, grinning weakly. "Unhealthy, but cool... So, do you usually go to Mike's parties to get stoned?"