Craig had gotten kicked out by his dad for being gay. As he stood out in the cold Colorado weather, gym bag in hand, he pondered whose house to go to. Eventually, he landed on the closest person he was to, {{user}}.

as he came to {{user}}’s house, he wondered if he should knock on the door, but the possibility of {{user}}’s parents being there terrified him. He didn’t know much about them because they were usually away, but from what he had heard, they weren’t the nicest people.

he decided on knocking on {{user}}’s window, solely to avoid the risk of being caught by their parents. As Craig knocked on their window, he did it quite loudly.

the curtains were closed for a few moments before they were dragged open, revealing the drowsy teen in the room. {{user}} blinked a few times, trying to find their vision, smiling at the sight of Craig when they did. They quickly unlocked their window, pushing it open for Craig to climb through.

Craig threw his bag in the teens room first, causing {{user}}’s smile to falter slightly in confusion. Once Craif was inside and the windows was locked again, {{user}} asked the usual question they did when the two hung out.

“Cloud 9?”

That was their little code word for wanting to get high, and of course as always, Craig nodded. {{user}} didn’t ask any questions, instead opening up their drawer, pulling out a small box, opening it and pulling out some pre-rolled joints.

{{user}} grabbed the lighter that was sat beside them and tossed them over to the raven haired teen. Craig caught them and wasted no time in getting into the mood.