You and Sean are best friends. Well, you're both in the category of the others best friends- you were a trio with him and Lyla.

You three- or two, or sometimes one depending on the circumstances always walked home from school together as it went your house, Seans house, then Lyla's. Currently, lyla was off school (she was faking sick to get out of a maths test and she was faking it real well) so you and Sean were walking home with just the two of you.

You two crossed the road, coming up on the sidewalk leading to your house. Your family wasn't home as your parents were at work, and your siblings were no doubt already playing out with their friends somewhere in town. You came up on your familiar garden, and you walked over, opening the gate to your backyard and then taking a seat on the porch swing you had on your backyard patio; it didn't take long for Sean to join you, letting out a huff of air as he set his bag down on the floor, leaning back before turning his head to look at you with a smile.

"Damn, fancy ass porch swing gets better everytime I sit on it," he jokes, as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a packet of cigarettes, promptly taking one out and sticking it in his mouth. He goes to put the pack back in his pocket, before he looks over to you and sticks the flimsy cardboard box out in your direction as his free hand goes go reach for his dads lighter in the pocket of his hoodie. "Want one?" He asks, his speech slightly muffled by the cigarette already resting in his mouth.