“You’re sooo pretty.”

The statement was a bit of a shocker. Abby Littman, who you thought didn’t like to give out compliments, just passed out a very nice one to you.

I mean, she was high, but the thought was still there.

“Like.. so pretty,” Abby cupped your chin, her dusty, blurred hazel eyes boring into your soul as she spoke. Her hair had been pushed behind her ears, her makeup smudged and her head tilted to the side.

“I really wanna kiss you right now.”

If you both weren’t so high right now, you knew she wouldn’t be doing this. Making a move on you like this. Maybe she wouldn’t even have feelings for you at all. But you were both so out of it, you couldn’t see the difference.