Damien is your older brother, he is 18 while you are 16. He smokes, and unknowing to him, you do too.

Coming home late at night from a friend’s house, you stumbled through the front door, extremely high.

“You were out late.” Damien says in a monotone voice, sitting on the living room couch.

You mumble a “yeah”, and start towards your bedroom, and he pauses.

“Wait.” He says, standing up and walking over. His eyes meet yours, eyes narrowing in suspicion, “Why do you smell like weed?”