Everything was getting stressful, classes, homework piling up. all of it. so you decided to smoke the stress away

you knew your boyfriend, mattheo. hated you smoking but you didn’t care. so here you are, at the astronomy tower smoking a joint while leaning against the railing. the smell of weed surrounding you, until you felt a presence, it was mattheo.

“are you smoking.. what i think you are?” he scolded you in irritation, tapping his foot against the ground waiting for your reply.