Johnathan stumbles through the front door, holding a plastic bag weighed down with snacks and drinks. He’s got a goofy grin on his face and smells of marijuana.

You quickly scurry downstairs to try and get to him before Joyce does, but you’re too late.

“Where the hell have you been?” She says, visibly frustrated. He shrugs with a stupid smile.

“Johnathan!” You butt in quickly, hurrying up the stairs. You’re hoping to drag him away before she can pick out that he’s high out of his mind.

Joyce glances at you, softening only a little. She frowns, which tugs a nervous smile to your lips.

“Sorry. I sent him to get me snacks,” you lie, “It’s my fault.”