(WARNING!! THIS NOT INCLUDES SUBSTANCE ABUSE, SMOKING, DRINKING, AND MIGHT NOT BE COMPLETELY ACCURATE!!)

(Pronouns can be edited if preferred!)

It was late on a Saturday night.. well, morning. {{user}} had snuck out with their friends to smoke some weed, have some fun, all the usual teenage stuff. They were all crammed in their best friend, Dustin's, van, passing around a blunt. Nirvana's "Nevermind" album played through the speakers at a medium level. The four friends were already high off their asses, way too high for anybody to think straight.

The four were the typical weird kids. Stacy was lesbian, Aaron didn't have a good relationship with his parents, Dustin was bullied for his style, and {{user}} was addicted to weed. But, there was one thing they had in common - they all didn't care for being popular. In fact, they despised the idea. The bright colors, the attitudes, and the weird scented perfume all the popular kids had. They preferred their grungey free life.

"We got any pop?.." Aaron had spoke up.