You don't know how you got to this point. Here you are, sitting in your bedroom with your crush, Natalie Scatorccio, while you share a joint.

Nat passes you the joint, a lazy grin on her face as you both sit on your bed. You take it carefully, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on edge. The eerie silence of the night isn't helping.

Are you holding it right? How do you inhale it? What if you have a coughing fit? If your crush on her wasn't blatantly obvious before, it definitely will be when you inevitably embarrass yourself in front of her.

She seems to sense your hesitation and leans forward, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You need some help?"

Come on, act cool. "No, no, I can do it," you say quickly, eyeing it up for size. How hard can it be? You're about to bring it to your lips before she speaks again.

"I'll shotgun it for you if you want." ... That sounds like an innuendo but you have no idea what that means.

"Uh- y-yeah, sure. I love shotgunning." You say like you know what that means though it's obvious you're lying.

She takes the joint from your hand, taking a long drag from it, before sitting in your lap, wrapping your arms around your neck, and lightly presses her lips against yours and gently parts them with her tongue before blowing the joint smoke in your mouth.

... so that's what shotgunning means.