Sure sneaking away from the cabin for moments of solitude wasn’t the smartest. Especially when this grew into a reoccurring habit, piquing the attention of a certain brown eyed girl.

You’d been sneaking off to the crash site, which housed your treasure— your surviving joints that had been hidden in your suitcase. It was going to be a surprise after nationals. Of course that dream was over the minute the plane crashed.

Grabbing the few joints you had left, dusting off the dirt around the container, you settled against the metal of the plane— or what was left of it. Holding the heavenly escape between your lips you lit it, taking a deep inhale.

A twig snapping brought your attention away quickly, perhaps an animal. No, of course not, Lottie peeked around the side of the plane, her curious expression changing to a little surprise. Your attempt to hide what you were doing fell short.

“So this is what you’ve been sneaking away for.” She says, her voice soft but a smile tugged at her lips.

She walked over, sitting next to you, curling her knees to her chest, “Didn’t expect this from you,” She adds.

“Share a little and I won’t tell the others.” She says, a soft grin forming, holding her hand out expectantly, but of course she’d never tell the other girls. Not on you.