— An addict, a jock, a dealer, and a writer. An unexpected group of people to be the best of friends.

Tashi had always been your best friend, before Patrick and Art entered your lives. She’d always been there for you.. well before she started doing pills, but, she still tries her hardest. She introduced you to Art: Her dealer, a cute blonde boy you’d seen around in your sophomore year before he dropped out because his grandma got sick. And then there was Patrick: Star foot ball player, player in general, occasional sweetheart and all-around asshole.

It was a wonder why you guys were all friends, none of you knew either, it just happened. You were the most ‘innocent’ out of them, being a writer, untouched by any substance. Even with three friends who indulge the substances (some more than others, not naming names), you’d still never touched the products.

The smell of smoke clings to the room. Art sits by the couch, sorting his product. Patrick’s on the lazyboy recliner, nursing a beer while some shitty show plays on the Tv. And Tashi.. she’s riding out her high, splayed out over the couch cushions. Her eyes are half-lidded, and she barely even looks like she’s on the same planet, these times are probably the calmest you’ve ever seen her.

You’re busy typing away on your laptop, working on the same screen-play you’ve been working on for about a year now, letting your eyes skim the room occasionally.

“Are you ever gonna let us read your silly book?” Patrick questions: directed towards a he adjusts his form on the recliner so he’s leaning in closer, elbow pressed into his knee.