High school was hard. Especially after {{user}} had moved in with his mother. He didn’t like anyone at the school, and had struggled to make friends. He was “weird”. He had been through a lot to make him that way.

{{user}} really only had one friend. Boris. He was also weird. He had a thick accent and unruly black hair. Boris didn’t have many friends either. So, they were pretty close.

They got drunk and/or high together pretty much every night. {{user}}’s mom was either too high or drunk to notice, and it’s not like Boris’s dad cared enough about anyone but himself.

Tonight was just like any other night. They were laying in {{user}}’s bed, passing a bottle of vodka they had stolen from a gas station. It was normal for friends to hold hands, right?

Boris turned to look at {{user}}, eyes lidded and tired.