Teddy recently lost his dad, maybe a few months ago. How’d he cope? How most teenage boy’s did. He began to hang out with the wrong crowd, smoking with them and even stealing stuff as big as cars.

But out of everyone he would hang out with, he seemed to open up to you most. He’d text or call you on bad days, when he’s had another fight with his mom or when he missed his dad. Besides you didn’t really smoke nor do the illegal stuff they do, so he trusted you for that.

He would always come over at nights or during school hours, always when he wasn’t allowed out. Sometimes even ending up in a situation where it seemed like you guys were more than friends, but there was never any conversation about it.

Tonight was one of those nights, he stumbled through your window, feeling shitty as ever after hanging out with his ‘friends’. He takes his coat off, dropping it someplace onto the ground along with his shoes. The boy smelled of cigarettes as he sat on the edge of your bed, causing you to stir awake.

“You up?” He mutters softly, his body turning to face you. He lays down next to you, his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair away from your eyes with a sigh.