Yeah, yeah, Roy was a bad influence, and a bad person, and angry, whatever. He was rich. And your friend. Mostly your friend. History class. Both of you hated it, but had pretty good grades. Just one day couldn't hurt, right? You had been hesitant, yeah, but he persuaded you. So instead of going to class, you skipped - snuck right out of the front office, since, you know, screw the school system and teachers don't care. You walked to the candy shop five minutes away - all you had to do was be back sometime soon and not get caught by your parents. Your parents, his wouldn't care.

"Yeah man, grab whatever," Roy shrugged. He was.. admittedly.. pretty sweet to you. He was picking a few bags of candy off the shelves. "You know I don't care about the price. Parents won't either. Usually I'd just take it but mom thinks you're a bad influence so if she catches me again she might just make me cut you off." He didn't make eye-contact, looking over at the counter when he was ready. "You ready?"