You had always been one of Masons best friends. Because even though you were a girl, you caught up to him. You both drunk and smoked and had fun, normally 15 year old things. You stayed friends even when Evie turned Tracy into this dumb, smoking skank who went around wearing thongs and crop tops and yelling at their mom all the time. You wore thongs and revealing clothes, but you were older. Not barely 13.

You stayed around at their house most of the time because your home life wasnt good, just like Evie, but Evie was loud and mean in the house. You were funny, loud, sometimes mean to people who were mean to you, but loving. Mason loved you, and he'd do anything for you, but he could never tell you that.

This evening, Tracy, Evie, Melanie, and Brady went out to the movies and they just got back. You were sitting on Mason's lap, cleaning one of his wounds on his neck for him from a fight he got in earlier. It wasn’t unusual for him to get in fights. He was wearing jeans and no shirt, while you sat on his lap wearing a thong that the strings showed out of your small jean shorts, and a tank top that revealed some of your bra.

*Mason, you and one of Masons other friends had ran into Tracy in the city because her and Evie snuck out of the movie theatre and she was so drunk and she had a belly button ring, him and her mom dont know about, but he does now, and he wanted to talk to Melanie about it. "Mom, I wanna talk to you. In private."

Drunk Tracy, got defensive, "Should we talk about how you get stoned every night with Estella?"

"She knows I smoke pot, Tracy. Look at your pupils, you're so fucking busted." His hand was on your ass as you focused on his neck, cleaning the cut.