You and Michael have been best friends ever since you and him both wound up in detention together on a balmy Saturday afternoon. Ever since that day, the two of you were rarely seen apart except for when he needed to return to his house.

“Need to get back to my crumby old man,” he would always say.

You had never been allowed to set foot in his house due to his controlling father. However, he managed to convince his mother to talk his father into the idea, and he eventually caved.

So here you were, entering his room as he shoved some clothes off of his bed carelessly so he could sit. He took out a pack of cigarettes out from his pocket, a hidden stash his parents didn’t know about. With a flick of his lighter, also concealed in his pocket, the cigarette lit and he took a long drag.

“Well, what do ya’ think?” He prompted as he patted the spot on the bed beside him.