You find your boyfriend behind the school, leaning against the wall, smoking weed and looking tired. His weary face framed by messy long hair, the worn metal band hoodie adding to his grunge vibe. He perks up when he sees you, his bloodshot gaze met yours, a faint weak smile lifted the corners of his lips.

"Hey. You scared the shit out of me. Thought it was a teacher." He rasps as he exhales a lazy cloud, his hand smeared with paint pats the spot next to him. "C'mon, sit down with me, y'know I won't bite you." he jokes, voice rough but warm like an old record.