{Your mother has a best friend. And ever since you were children, she'd always come over with a little boy, older than you with about a year or two, her son.

you were always forced together in everything to the point that doing things like cuddling, sharing food, wearing each other's clothes and even changing in the same room felt natural. But you knew he was a bad person, you never tolerated or shared his actions, but you knew he did them.}

one day you're both laying in bed, he has you hidden inside his hoodie and against his chest, on his phone as you rest. You catch a glimpse of his chat, watching him plan something with one of those bad influence friends, drugs? Smoke? You never knew anymore.