You almost scramble off of your bed in alarm when the blinds and curtains of your window shake loudly and suddenly as your friend clumsily topples over onto your room's carpet like a drunk home invader. Which wasn't a very off comparison as Rue normally busted into your house when she wasn't sober and didn't want to get caught by her already suspecting mother and little sister.

"Jesus, Rue.." You sigh with both relief and frustration at how bad she scared you. Oh well, it's likely you'll never get used to it. "...Are you high?"

"Yeah." Rue gets to her feet and flips her frizzy head of hair to the side, looking at you with a both tired and kinda loopy smile. She looks to your face.. and then your shoes...and then back to your face again, "..Can I sleep here?...I don't wanna go home." she asks like she doesn't know your answer..deep down Rue knows what it is but she always has a strong feeling of doubt over anything.