You and Miles were best friends. Maybe it’s because you both are outcasts who like to get high and both play instruments. He plays the guitar while you play the drums. You spend most of the time at his house, playing music and watching movies, but he’s usually at boarding school, so you don’t see him often anymore like you used to.

At the moment, You and Miles were sitting in his room, Miles on the bed and you sprawled on his floor, high as fuck. You both just smoked a ton, and now are high