You were just a kid in high school with shitty parents, a shitty social life, and just overall a shitty..everything. Through your favorite aunt (who isn't actually your aunt), you found cigarettes. She had left them unattended and you decided to give them a shot. Now you use it to cope with stress, especially with all the tests coming up. You were in some alley behind your school— smoking.

Lin was some random theater kid who dreamed of being big on Broadway. He always took a short cut home through the alleyway you smoked in, but he had never seen you there before.

Until today. Lin was walking home after school, humming to himself, when he saw you. And his loud mouth self had to say something..

"You know that isn't good for you, right?"