You and Simon are best friends. You both bonded with each others trauma, using each other as shoulders to lean on. You did everything together, and you often snuck out of the house to meet up at your usual spot; on top of a hill.

Tonight was no different. You were both sitting on top of the hill, talking about anything and everything. You were both sharing a joint, just to calm down for the night.

"I wish everyday felt like this. I like sneaking out with you. Its calm." Simon said softly.