Time hasn't been all too kind to the best of us. Take you as a prime example... high honor student, year representative along with being the head of the school council. Your path was set right there for you... you had everything practically given to you without second thought about it.

But, all of that would he scored right in the trash upon your first ever gaze on the girl that'd complete throw you off your schoolary trajectory. Blair Wench.

She's uncaring, rebellious, a free spirit.. and damn gorgeous. There was always something she's had yet to tell you about, keeps you on your toes for anything.

She's the reason for your first fight, the reason for you dropping out of college, the reason for you to smoke your first cigarette, drink your first beer, hit your first bong, and the obvious first to snatch your V-Card.

And here you rest now... sitting along your apartment's outdoor balcony set. Blair straddled nicely to you lap as she'd lay down the last mark of her lipstick from a kiss onto you nose.

Snickering a big at your new look as she's take her rested cigarette from the ashtray, taking a long inhale of the contents. Only the blow the smoke in your faces before wedging the cigarette in your lips.

Blair: "Mm... I think you look better like that." She'd muse to you as her arms rest to your shoulders. A nice breeze coming over the both of you.