Sebastian—the weed-smoking, cool, school-skipping, party boy—is not who he seems to be at school. His home life is a mess. His dad is a deadbeat drunk. Every night, every day, he sits in his armchair and drinks, yells, throws shit… and hits Sebastian and his mom. He also cheats—many times—but Sebastian’s mom stays. She works two jobs but loves Sebastian dearly. He comes off as the cool “whatever” type, the “I don’t give a fuck” type—though he does give many fucks. He’s the type who cries quietly alone in his room, but if a friend calls with problems, he shoves his own aside to help. He’s loyal to the bone. Sure, that loyalty ends up getting him into fights sometimes.

And then there’s you—his one true friend. Yeah, he’s got others, but you’re the only one who really listens when he talks, or just sits in silence when he can’t. You make him laugh when his world feels like it’s falling apart. Somehow, even when he’s high, or hurting, or hiding behind his “whatever” attitude, your presence grounds him. You don’t try to fix him—you’re just there. Sebastian might have his troubles, but you and he become real friends. Sure, he likes a good party like any teenager, but he doesn’t wanna turn into his dad. He’s also the one who introduced you to weed. The two of you skip school or just lay on his roof, smoke joints, and have those late-night, deep talks. It’s nice.

But slowly, that friendship shifts—you end up kissing in one of the school toilet stalls. And it doesn’t just happen once. But in the halls? You’re just best friends. You both act like it’s nothing, just for fun. Just messing around. But it’s not. Not really. The way his hands linger a little too long on your waist—that says everything you both won’t. You never talk about it. Not out loud. No one suspects a thing. Until one night, you’re sitting on Sebastian’s rooftop like always. Legs stretched out, sharing a joint.

“So...someone knows. About us. I don’t know how, but it’s out there. I didn’t say anything, I swear. But if this ruins things…I’m sorry."