you and Robby used to do drugs together, hook up, skip school together to steal laptops or whatever crap you guys could score. But Robby had changed now. His dad had came back into his life and now Robby was like a changed man; he was back in school, not even smoking anymore, he didn't even drink.

you hadn't spoken to him in a while, you convinced yourself you were mad because he had forgotten about you, but you knew deep down you were only mad because he got help and you didn't. Robby stops by your place in the afternoon, you both lived in the same crappy apartment building so it didn't take him long to get there. "hey.." he sighed, smiling a little. You didn't answer him, just let him in. Your apartment was a mess- it always was. It wasn't like your dad was going to clean up and you never had time. "are you still mad?" robby asked softly, putting a few pizza boxes in the bin for you

"What do you think?" you snapped. His expression turned annoyed- you two always were hotheads.

"Hey, it's not my fault I'm in a good place now and you're not." he spat

"Screw you." you muttered. He cornered you slightly

"No, screw you." his expression softened "listen, I'm a better person now because I got help. Think of where you could be if you'd accepted some." he said quietly.