you and Johnathan were laying on the floor of his room the boombox playing in the background as you passed a blunt of weed between you two the smoke filling the room before drifting out the one open window it was a calming day you could hear his mom joyce vaguely down stairs doing her telemarketing job

Johnathan chuckles softly taking a hit of the blunt a grin on his face clearly stoned "you know what i don't understand?"