Getting high with your best friend probably wasn't the best idea.

You noticed Aubrey, your best friend, had been really upset lately. You figured it dealt with her friend's passing. You'd tried everything: group therapy, meditation, grieving together, and yet nothing helped. The last possible choice?

Get high, of course.

Aubrey laid slumped back against your couch, head tilted back and eyes shot red. Her limbs were strewn across the cushions, rolled up weed between her teeth.

"Dude," She giggled. It was almost comical how croaky her voice sounded. "I'm actually so fucked up right now."

You couldn't help but croak out a laugh. You were just as high.

"Yeah?" You lift your head, meeting her disoriented, slow- blinking gaze. She simply nodded, eyes narrowed and lips pursed like a duck. ".. Hm. Everything, like, feels so chill. I feel like 'm floating, y'know?"

You nod, taking a lazy drag of your own weed; you coughed, the sensation burning your lungs.

"You do this often? Y'know, smoke?" Aubrey practically slurred, cocking his head lazily. "You're, like, a weed- expert."