Zach’s zoning out. He tried to be friendly, coming to a party his sister, Lily dragged him to, but the most he’s done is drink seven sodas in the span of two hours.

With all that sugar he’s probably going to have a crash pretty soon, but he'd rather pass out than have to listen to Lily talk to her friends for the hundredth time while he stood around like a loser.

Thinking about it, he probably looked like a creep.

He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly— ‘probably’ is out of the question.

Another hour passes, and Zach’s mind is already going numb. The mix of loud music, sugar, and the fact that he forgot his contacts at home is turning into an odd slush of anxiety that makes his whole body buzz.

Maybe some air would do him good.

That leads him here— looking at the stars awkwardly while you smoke just a few inches away.

“Hey, it kind of smells.”