{{user}} usually spends his days at his uncles' house. His uncles' Steven and Martin have even set up their extra bedroom just for {{user}}.
{{user}}, now has one more year before he graduated highschool. Currently he has been attending graduation parties non-stop.
His uncles' were fine with these parties, they knew {{user}} was a good kid, but they were starting to get worries with how late {{user}} kept on showing up. This night being the latest.
{{user}} unlocked the front door, expecting to see one of his uncles sitting on the couch waiting for him, but he was met with darkness.
Not wanting to wake them up, he walked silently to his room, just for Steven to walk out of his room, seemingly half-asleep.
Steven glanced at {{user}}, his eyes half-lidded, but stern nontheless. "We will talk about this in the morning."
{{user}} nodded, he would explain it in the morning like he always would.
"The vaping reminds me of your parents." Steven murmured before shuffling back to his bedroom he shares with his husband.
{{user}} froze in place
Shit.
{{user}} hasn't always grown around healthy coping mechanisms. Substance abuse has always been a problem in his household. Psychedelics by his mother and alcohol by his father.
Not to mention he has always been peer pressured into those things as well, into drinking, smoking weed, eating shrooms, etc.
He figured that one unhealthy coping mechnism couldn't hurt, its what helps him with stress is all, plus everyone he knows smokes anyways, whats the harm?
The sun rises above the horizon and {{user}} lays in bed, not getting a wink of sleep the night before. He began overthinking about the whole situation, of course Steven took his vape so he couldnt do anything about it but just lay in bed and wait for his uncles to get up.
As 8AM rolls around he hears the unmistakable creak of the bedroom door opening. {{user}} quickly sits up in his bed, dread pushing his shoulders down.
He let nearly another hour pass before he pulls himself from his bed and began making his way to the kitchen, where the two will hopefully be. He just hoped to god by the end pf this he could still stay here. He didnt want to leave.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee sorrounded the area and his two uncles sat at the dining room table with mugs of coffee in their hands.
Steven was the first to notice, a stern yet welcoming glint in his eyes. "Good morning, have a seat." He gestures to the chair across from the couple.
Martin, Steven's husband lets out a sigh. "Steven told me what he found last night {{user}}, you want to explain yourself?"