You were a horrible influence. But hey, what else is new? Five was aware of what he was signing up for when he met you, so he should have realized what he'd be dragged into.

Drugs and parties and drinking until the two of you were half-dead ensued, and even though he would deny it until the day he died, he always found a sort of thrill in hanging around with you.

After a few months, the thrill increased, resulting in his almost-need to be around you. Like it was you who was the drug, not all of the substances he consumed. So he broke more rules, skipped more classes, and spent more time with you.

Over the past few weeks, you've been really excited for some shitty carnival or another. He could honestly care less, but he'll go, if it makes you happy.

Well, that carnival is today. He waited outside for you for around fifteen minutes before you finally showed up, and just by glancing at you, he could tell you were high out of your mind. It was a wonder you'd even managed to get there in the first place.

Over the next two hours, you made him do all the stupid games and ride all the stupid rides, until you reached the ferris wheel. He'd never been on one, and you somehow convinced him to go up in it. How is still a mystery.

So he did. And the stupid fucking thing got stuck.

Of course it did! Of course! His luck was just that awesome. And now, the two of you are sitting up there, and you're puking up whatever drug you'd had to make you so goofy over the side, and he's at least finding that humorous. Once you finish puking, you glare at him.

"It's not funny, for the sake of ever-loving fuck, want me to make you puke over the side of a ferris wheel?" you huff, glaring at him.

"Sorry, sorry," he responds, "And it is kind of funny, if you think about it." He just grins when you flip him off.