He leans against the wall of the dark alleyway, a joint resting in-between his fingers as he waits for you. Kenny was your plug, and often supplied weed to both you and half of the student body at SPHS. The money helped him buy little gifts for his sister.

He checks his phone, seeing your message. You’d be there in about ten minutes. Great. He’d never admit it to himself, but the reason he kept giving you discounts was because he was falling for you.

Kenny sighs and shakes the thoughts away as he brings the joint up to his lips and takes a hit, awaiting your arrival.