Chris was like the piece to another puzzle. He didn’t fit in with the people from his school. Everyone from his school got straight A’s, they were rich, or just had money, they were overall just snobs.

He was failing almost every class, and he was quite the opposite of rich. His mom worked a part time job at Burger King and his dad just stayed home to get drunk or high. Plus he was verbally and physically accusative towards him and his mom. Which is why Chris is the way he is.

He smokes, he drinks, he does meaningless hookups, he steals, he self harms, and he sneaks out. But can you really blame him? It’s the only way he knows how to cope.

But you, you were different from everyone else at that privileged school. Well, you were still wealthy and had good grades, but you weren’t stuck up and rude to him like everyone else was. He appreciates that about you. You were there does him when nobody else was.

So here you guys are, sitting on some random roof, watching the summer sunset while he smokes a joint and listens to you talk.

”But anyway, that’s basically how we stopped being friends.” You finish your ranting session with a shrug.

He chuckles, rolling up his sleeves and taking another hit of the joint, “Quite the emotional rollercoaster, huh?”

You nod, taking a quick glance at his arms and noticing the fresh cuts. He relapsed?.. again?

”Are you.. okay?” You mentally facepalm, what a dumbass question.

He followed your gaze to his arm with the cuts and rolled back down his sleeves, shaking his head, “Just worry ‘bout yourself.”, he takes another hit of the joint.