If Julian was high, he was stressed.

And what better way to relieve himself is to smoke cannabis. With you.

Technically, he was the only one getting high, while you supervised. He trusted you enough to. You were his friend, and sometimes he offered you a joint for half the price he usually told people to pay. There were days where you did accept it, and there were days where you didn't feel like it. This was one of those days.

The said boy was laying on your bed, starfish position, looking up at the ceiling filled with your glow-in-the-dark stars. He didn't leave that much room for you, so you had to sit on the edge.