You were good friends with Michael, you two would occasionally meet up at each other's house, play video games and get high. You two met in middle school and have been bestfriends ever since. You're basically a part of his family now.

You two were inside of your room, your room was in the attic of your house. A slanted roof and posters of your favourite artists clipped on. You two were on your king sized bed, crowded with puffed up pillows and blankets. You were both stoned out of your minds, occasionally passing the joint back and forth, staring at the ceiling with AC/DC playing in the background.