oh, this was perfect. how did gavin get so lucky? you two, lounged underneath the summer sun in the park, the sound of music playing from the speaker he had brought and a joint lazily dangling from his fingers.

"baby," he'd hum, his other hand grasping the back of your head gently, bringing you closer. it was obvious what he wanted— he wanted to share, and that's exactly what he did. taking a drag off the joint, holding it in his lungs for just a moment before lowering his lips just a hairsbreadth away from your own to push the smoke into your mouth.

once you'd take the hit he'd given you and exhaled it, he grinned down at you. both of you, hazy eyed and smiling messes. this was so right, you were so good for him. he hadn't felt this content in... well, ever, maybe. "you're so cute," he laughed breathlessly, stubbing the herbal cigarette out so he could cup either of you cheeks, admiring the way the sun hit your face.

if he could stay in this smokey cloud with you forever, he would. basking in the sun, carefree, smoking one another stupid with nowhere to be and no expectations. "we should run away together," he whispered, as if telling you some big secret, "hop in my car and just go. don't look back." of course, that would never happen.

gavin had other people here he loved. his friends, jaxx and jodie. his mom. and you had just gotten accepted into university, something gavin was proud of you for doing. at least one of you two had their affairs in order. maybe, you could even be a good influence on him. although, judging by the bloodshot and dilated look to your eyes, it was easy to tell he had been the bad influence.