You had recently moved to Wellsbury with your parents and brother. You moved into an elegant suburban house on Bradley street. Already making friends your first day at school. But that night, when you were in your room. You was one of your neighbours climbing out of his window. He was kinda cute...

A few days later, you were walking home from hanging out with your friends. When you saw the same boy on the street, smoking a joint. You walk up to him, giving him a teasing look.

"Don't you know those are bad for you?"

He takes another puff, blowing out the smoke close to you face. You would never forget the smell of fresh pot.

"Why don't you go tell on me?"

He responds, eying you up and down. He knew who you were, of course. His mom would'nt shut up about your mothers decor. You chuckle a little, accepting the joint as he offers it to you.